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Team Clientele. Yee. I-I-I got so much clientele. I fucked around and broke my scale. Ayy, I fucked around and broke my scale. Yeah. I got so much clientele. Ayy, shit. I'm doin' real good, my nigga. Fuck, Man. Fuck. I'm doin' real good, my nigga. Ayy, Man. I know you niggas mad now. Shit. Man. Fuck. I know you niggas mad now. Shit. Water whippin' in the kitchen. Yeah, yeah. Fucked around and burned my hand tryna Get it in. Ayy. Yee. look. Fuck. Man. Ayy. Speakin' on the mind, swear to God, I'll make Sure you never walk again. Ayy, hold on. Ayy, hand me that newspaper, sweetie. Thank you. King I'm doin' good, now I'm bad Spendin'. Layin' low, I got a lot of women. Wet a nigga like some dirty dishes. Knock him off, he a fuckin' witness. Fuck, Lil' nigga, mind your fuckin' business. Get your money up and stop whinin'. Now these niggas actin' like bitches. Shit. June One, you don't fuck with me. Woo. I'm spendin' time at the car lot. Yeah. Soft top or that hard top. Ooh. My nigga just did a five piece from A convo on that phone call. Goddamn, I'm to the neck, I don't need friends. Got a square bitch at the law firm. Yeah. If a nigga ever get jammed up, you Know it's all good, I just call her. Shit, shit. This a premonition, Nigga, you should listen. I am so efficient, Countin' up a check. What a nigga 'bout to Buy next? Uh. Fuck it, I'ma go and buy Jet. Did some time in the projects. Goddamn, I done seen it all. These niggas is believin' y'all. Uh. What the fuck these niggas sippin' on? Ayy. Bentley Contos with the top back. Shit. Gettin' head like a fitted cap. Edit hoes like a photo app. Shit. Got that ho that new Birkin bag. I ain't trippin', bitch, or get it back. Ayy. I swear these hoes so cinematic. Nigga ridin' 'round with an automatic. Got drug money in my fuckin' mattress, nigga. Yee. I-I-I got so much clientele. I fucked around and broke my scale. Ayy, Ayy. I fucked around and broke my scale. Yeah. I got so much clientele. Ayy, I'm doin' real good, my nigga. Fuck, shit. Man. Fuck. I'm doin' real good, my nigga. Ayy, Man. Fuck. I know you niggas mad now. Ayy, My nigga, know the mastermind. Like I-I-I am so smooth. I We don't do imitations. Woo. You cross the line and I'm immigration. This is a real nigga demonstration. Infiltrated in the system, skipped a major. Oh. I bought my youngin' a handbag. She wanna know where the Xans at. What? Hunnids on hunnids, my pants sag. You niggas broke so you can't brag. HBK, OGG, acronym overload. What? Act till you overdose, that's a big no-no. What? Broke ain't pourin' four no more, might end Up comatose. I spent two K on my kicks And my overcoat. Swish of my swagger, I threw A fish. What? Just to throw niggas up off My trail. What it USPS how I stack my Mail. Got the game up on lock, I ain't Postin' bail. And I don't got no time for No nanigans. Shit. I'm dressin' fresh as a mannequin. Shit. Grippin' her ass, I'm one-handin' shit. Woo. She wanna know what my standards is. Huh? Bad bitches only. For real. Tell her bring her homies. Real shit. Pass it to my brodies, let her Get promoted. I don't need no coachin', every beat Get toasted. Yeah, let's get it. I-I-I got so much clientele. Yee. I fucked around and broke my scale. Ayy, ayy, I fucked around and broke my scale. Yeah. Fuck. I got so much clientele. Ayy, I'm doin' real good, my nigga. Fuck, ayy, Man. Fuck. I'm doin' real good, my nigga. Ayy, Man. Fuck. I know you niggas mad now. Shit. Man. Fuck. I know you niggas mad now. Ayy, yee, shit. I remix like I'm DJ Khaled. Trappin' in the Ballys, trappin', wrappin' ballads. Ball my tires cap and now it's fight the Beckons. Bitches doin' backbends. Ayy. All biz like I'm Batman. A titan, a problem, or both of those. Yeah. I'm typin', plannin' all these massive shows. The world's stage and I just play my role. Lockin' in like an army drone. Motors known like the Constitution. Plannin' reformations, I'm a Martin Luther. 16 bullets, I might trip and shoot Grra. Gettin' head from your bitch and get body fluids. Pressin' nitrous on the Mako, Fast and Furious. You got life or money, you just work to Lose it. And I'm Goku, homie, how the fuck I'm doin'? Bitch. Want cash money, gotta feed my baby. From the slaughterhouse, but I ain't Slim Shady. Ooh. From the lab with it all gravy. Potato on Glock just to match your cranium. Yeah. I'm a little crazy, I'm just slightly throwed. Watchin' Boomerang in my Polo robe. These shows are classic and my songs are classic. Yeah, And my verse is savage, talkin' so drastic. Yeah, yeah, yeah. velociraptor, rabbits jump on Beats. Rawr. Down at lunches while we plottin' Yachts. Call up Keke, he been stirrin' rocks. Keke. Breakin' cookies then he hit the block. His chauffeur, they run and they come and cop. Phone alertin' when the new shit drop. My preacher prophitin', sayin' what I want. Bitch. His temper heated, but my burner not. These haters stalkin', tryna get the drop. Fuckin' the game, tryna get the top. Oh. Double lane 'cause that's what we knot. Used to smoke to gains when we ain't have A lot. Now the Backwood solid as a rock. Ayy. Filled with frosty pot. Damn. And man, you know that boy OG Mack. It's OG G, bitch. Yee. Woo-hoo. I-I-I got so much clientele. Yee. I fucked around and broke my scale. Ayy, Ayy. I fucked around and broke my scale. Yeah. Fuck. I got so much clientele. Ayy, I'm doin' real good, my nigga. Fuck, ayy, Man. I'm doin' real good, my nigga. Ayy, Man. Fuck. I know you niggas mad now. Ayy, shit. Man. Fuck. I know you niggas mad now. Ayy, yee, shit.