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Woah. I was so broke, thought I was cursed. You cuffin' that thot, you lovin' that hoe, just Know that I hit it first. I get out my mind, I'm overlooking trippin', that Molly, it bring out the worst. I got the Sig and the Rick Owen shoulder Bag, no, this not a purse. Shawty, she real nasty and took my soul, I need to go to church. Ridin' down Peachtree Street, I took off top, I pull up in Reverse. All of my niggas on bullshit, you play 'round, that dry down'll turn you to merch. I'm on a big cup of red lean, yeah, It's quenchin' my thirst. I'm blowin' O's up, I'm stuck in a cloud. Snatchin' his scats, motor, it growl. They copy the swag, but still don't know how. These niggas lame, they crack up the style. I got some bales in the trap and a Pound. I got some Ricky from the real two-thou. I got blickies and they go bow-bow. Shit get sticky, move, gotta know how. Diamonds hittin', got the girls goin' wild. Plenty flavor, what you know about that? See a pocket watch, tryna count my racks. Turtle shields, tryna stab my back. I don't run out love, no room for an Ex. If I'm pourin' rich out, she can come Right back. I'm with JPG with the chrome heart To match. I went two-door coupe and just ride With slatt. I'm stickin' to the plan, I ain't gettin' off Track. If you lookin' for me, you know where I'm At. At West Fargo tryna whip them stacks. If it ain't 'bout guap, I don't wanna chat. I was so broke, thought I was cursed. You cuffin' that thot, you lovin' that hoe, just Know that I hit it first. I get out my mind, I'm overlooking trippin', that Molly, it bring out the worst. I got the Sig and the Rick Owen shoulder Bag, no, this not a purse. Shawty, she real nasty and took my soul, I need to go to church. Ridin' down Peachtree Street, I took off the top, I pull up In reverse. All of my niggas on bullshit, You play 'round, that dry down'll turn you to Merch. I'm on a big cup of red lean, Yeah, it's quenchin' my thirst. I'm blowin' O's up, I'm stuck in a cloud. They copy the swag, but still don't know how. I got some bales in the trap and a Pound. I got blickies and they go bow-bow.