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[Verse 3: AC]

We got

Lotta bitches, big bands, big mood

Make your girl break her neck every time we come through

Got me pourin' on probation, always time to raise the roof

And it's 1:51 so can you tell me what's the move?



I be, lapping, all these others racin'

They can't, keep up, with how fast my pace is

I run Chicago but right now Strasbourg's the place I stay in

Made so much off a feature now it's only cash I pay in



I talk my shit then pass it

We robbed a bank then stashed it

Your record? I surpassed it

This 'bout to be a smash hit

I killed the game in 2 days now they always say "he savage"

You think that that's your girl, but she disappeared like magic