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Ahwoolay! I'm making flips I'm in the stu' making hits 'Bout to go ice out my wrist I got this b*t*h, she digging the ad-libs 'Bout to go make her do tricks She moving her hips like she in gymnastics Her body filled with plastic She getting rich, but one thing, I'm on the new sh*t Leave that old sh*t in the past tense I'm tryna ball, ball, ball, yeah You could get flipped just like a brick, it's only one call, yeah I'm at the top, when you at the top they want you to fall, yeah I'm tryna go hard for my n***as and break off my dawgs I'ma go hard for my squad My bro, he shoots like LeBron I told her one night then I'm gone We tryna pull strings like a don, yeah We hit back forth, ping pong, yeah Like switch, she'll turn me on, yeah, yeah My shooters come from [?] We givin' out smoke, no bong, yeah They thought I lost it like gone, yeah From the south side, shooting n***as broad day, like that's a opp I never been home in like six weeks They tryna leave me six feet deep Me and J-Dawg shoot like Klay and KD Stacking bread on my Robin, they hasty I coulda bought Balmains, I bought Robin's She sucking d**k like- I got a shooter with me like Harden If I see a opp J five a lotto Baby, let's mingle I could teach you my lingo But first, give me head out your single It started out on the bando Flippin' rocks, I said f**k the rocks, didn't have handles I'm making flips I'm in the stu' making hits 'Bout to go ice out my wrist I got this b*t*h, she digging the ad-libs 'Bout to go make her do tricks She moving her hips like she in gymnastics Her body filled with plastic She getting rich, but one thing, I'm on the new sh*t Leave that old sh*t in the past tense I'm tryna ball, ball, ball, yeah You could get flipped just like a brick, it's only one call, yeah I'm at the top, when you at the top they want you to fall, yeah I'm tryna go hard for my n***as and break off my dawgs I was really in the streets, for real These n***as never want beef I went pour a four in the studio and put me right to sleep Amiri jeans cost a couple G's My jeans filled up twice like a geek Bro told me, keep it on me, can't leave Ain't sh*t for free, ten bands for the feat' Sleeping on me, gonna wake up Told you, that's time I get the cake up Cop a Rollie but it's face-up Shooter with me, just Tatum I see they try by the [Kay?] I see they watch like a dayjus I like a girl with no makeup I'm the only one tryna save us Can't go let them take us 'cause I'm tryna ball Can't you see us right through, why you false? Lotta opps in the woods, in the ross Break off the team, break off the docks I can't even see the homeless stuff Beat it like Billie Jean to the song I'm riding for Smokey till a n***a gone I'm making flips I'm in the stu' making hits 'Bout to go ice out my wrist I got this b*t*h, she digging the ad-libs 'Bout to go make her do tricks She moving her hips like she in gymnastics Her body filled with plastic She getting rich, but one thing, I'm on the new sh*t Leave that old sh*t in the past tense I'm tryna ball, ball, ball, yeah You could get flipped just like a brick, it's only one call, yeah I'm at the top, when you at the top they want you to fall, yeah I'm tryna go hard for my n***as and break off my dawgs
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