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Yo, Yo. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Shoreline Mafia. Huh, what, what. Feelin', flexin', feelin', flexin', Ayy Feelin', flexin', ayy. Shooting out the Uber when we pop up. Shoreline, we the motherfucking mafia I don't fuck With snakes or no imposters. Sipping lean at Mastro's eating lobster If you ain't Knowing yet, boy we a problem Pull up at His house and then we pop Ain't no peace treaty, that no option Ain't no Peace treaty, that no option Money call my name Hold up for the fame Girty, not no steakhouse, These are Alexander Wang Baby girl, You cute but I can't trust you with my Names Baby girl, I'm cool, I got a pill For everything Pour up with my brother, Sipper wash away the pain Codeine in my liver, I got Xannies in my brain Sweaty bitch look Stupid but she giving up the brain Pass it To my woah, pass the blade, yes we exchange, Yeah. Famous in my city, nigga you can keep The fame Girl you looking shitty, Think your weave could use a change Boy you Looking broke, I think that you could use some Change Neck is looking lonely, I think I could Use some change. Pocket looking swollen 'cause you Know I keep the bang Salty 'cause your bitch On Twitter looking up my name Damn, Your nigga lame. Girl you cute, that's a shame. I do magic with the dope like my name Is David Blaine, yeah. Shooting out the Uber when we pop up Shoreline, We the motherfucking mafia I don't fuck with snakes Or no imposters Sipping lean at Mastro's eating Lobster If you ain't knowing yet, Boy we a problem Pull up at his house and then we pop Him Ain't no peace treaty, that no option Ain't no peace treaty, that no option On the Phone, I'm taking orders while a nigga half asleep. Told my baby weigh it out, make sure she Do it accurately. Bursting down your baby heads while I'm busting down A P. If I tell her bust it open, She gon' bust it wide for me. Get the boats, get a soak. I'm the best, she the GOAT. My lil' baby keep me float. She gon' lie up on the oath. Hold my weapon, she gon' tote. Alexander Wang her coat. Man we flyer than the most. Hitters in, make a toast. My lil' baby doing numbers, she don't need a Money counter. My lil' bitch, she down to sexual, I'm so glad that I found her. She gon' count her cake up and then do Her makeup. And she not fucking no niggas if We gon' break up. Real bitch, real thick, real nigga, Real clique. Real poles, real sticks, Real dope, real bricks. Real pole, real set, real bitch, Real thick. Real nigga fuck a bitch, Real nigga know yeah. Shooting out the Uber when we pop up. Shoreline, we the motherfucking mafia I don't fuck with snakes or no imposters Sipping Lean at Mastro's eating lobster If you ain't knowing Yet, boy we a problem Pull up at his House and then we pop him Ain't no peace Treaty, that no option Ain't no peace treaty, That no option Takeoff