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Let the band play. Yo. Uh, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, Skrrt, skrrt. Uh, pull up foreigns back to back, Back to back, back to back to back. And hop out with them racks, with them racks, Yeah, with them big ol' racks. Aye, shout out to my set, to my set, You see it around my neck. Yeah, bitch, we like to flex, we like to Flex, we ball, don't break a sweat. Yeah, all these damn dead presidents, I'm gettin' Too much, it's scarin' me. Uh, fuck these hoes, just let 'em be, can't Let 'em get the best of me. Bitch, I got the recipe, can't no nigga compare To me. Yeah, all this water, water on me, I might go drown and swim in it. I got dope Krispy Kreme, fresh to death, Crispy clean. Bitch, I smoke Christmas trees, Got them lumps in my jeans. Diamonds jump, trampoline, uh, All you hear is bling. Ball so hard, they think we cheatin', yeah, Yeah, yeah, you see. We pull up foreigns back To back, back to back, back to back to Back. And hop out with them racks, with them Racks, yeah, with them big ol' racks. Aye, shout out to my set, to my set, You see it around my neck. Yeah, bitch, we like to flex, we like to Flex, we ball, don't break a sweat. We pull up back to back, back to back To back to back to back. No, I don't play fair, shit 'round my neck Jumpin' like jumpin' jacks. All these bitches swear that they love me, bitch, You just love these stacks. Dolph come on up ready, yo, your girl gon' Turn it up to the max. Paper route, paper route, paper route, uh, Motherfuckin' business, lil' nigga. Uh, fuck this rap shit, got some homeboys down The road doin' life sentence, lil' nigga. Free my dogs, free my dogs. I never played Tennis, but I got racks. Eight stacks just for a backpack. See some fuck niggas, then blat-blat. Blat-blat, blat-blat, blat-blat. Ayy. Lake Michigan on my wrist. Flooded. Mississippi River on my neck. Flooded. Went to Hollywood just to go flex. Yeah. I took his bitch, made her my pet. Bitch. I wish all of my old hoes the Best. Fuck y'all. Me and Trey Trey on a Jet. Bitch. Blue Power Range on his chest, Ha, bless. Pull up foreigns back to back, Back to back, back to back to back. And hop out with them racks, with them racks, Yeah, with them big ol' racks. Aye, shout out to my set, to my set, You see it around my neck. Bitch, we like to flex, we like to flex, We ball, don't break a sweat. Uh, uh, uh.