[Verse 1: Iyeball]
Crazy ass n***a with a broke leg, captain of the ship
One sixty, got a R on the whip
Chrome [?] balls for the flip
Watch a n***a walk away with a limp, god damn
All the motherfucking time I done spent
Now the money coming like ya rent
You can smell my dashboard, stash full of zips
Never consume shit I sell, now I'm rich
That's a lil bit of game for the re-up
Cash spending broke n***as
N***a that's old shit
N***a get ya own shit
N***a get ya own bitch
Damn you a bitch n***a
Guess you feel at home bitch
Shit I don't condone shit
My n***a stay chromed out
With they own house
What you want n***a
What that loan 'bout
Ho get fronted two by tens for the season
Fuck a 'tis to the season
Full clip, I need a reason bitch

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Don't give me a reason
Don't give me a reason
These hoes wanna scout, sitting down on the couch
Watch these n***as run they mouth, pull up, pull out

[Verse 2: Jerreau]
Rest in OriginalFake, rest in [?]
Ya car ain't got no pull about you, save face
I pop a bottle, eat all in a n***as face
Asshole, I'm sending ex's save the day
They be so ready but they mind ain't
They don't know who or what the hell they want
Be mindful who you introduce her to
She's not fucking with you
Now got to ask us that you don't
Fuck that
I know how Brady felt in the sixth round
Game 7, I'm in Miami right now
Biscayne with Rodney James coming down
I packed for four days, it been like a month now
An open book you can't read
I'm writing my story as I go
My denim cost a Macbook
She my type I gotta stroke

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