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Let the band play. Whole lotta camouflage shit in the driveway. Plug look like Baby Joe on Next Friday. Blue gas in the Demon, now I'm gettin' sideways. Blue racks on me, Ariel have his shit my Way. Eighteen-wheeler loaded fresh up off the Highway. All week long she been beggin' me to Ride me. Carbon one-fifth and it's right here beside Me. Cut a nigga off if I found out He lied to me. That's somethin' you just don't Do, okay? Trust is everything. Make sure we keep that, Yeah. Dolph, why you fuck all that money off all On your boys, bitch? 'Cause they're my niggas Did All this shit straight up out of my pocket, Didn't need no crack on that nigga You ain't Never had to move 'cause your spot too hot. You ain't never shot a nigga, you ain't never Got shot. You ain't never ran into your ex-bitch At the park, hit the automatic start and flexed On in a drop Maison Margiela attire I heard You a vagina buyer I run with the hustlers And snipers another seven-digit wire Dope boy, Retro Michaels I been ridin' 'round with my rifle I know some trappers and swipers I'm the shit, I'm still in diapers She ride it like a Motorcycle I fucked her good and fucked her life Up Ain't none of these niggas like us, Nah. Dog, you know these niggas hate us, dog. No cap, yeah, yeah. Ayy, fuck 'em, let 'em hate, I'ma keep gettin' Paid. Cocky-ass nigga and I'm stuck in my ways. Designer down and I'm still wearin' J's. I'm 'bout to get a Cullinan, I couldn't get The Range. Yeah, big boy double R, it's on The way. Or I might switch it up and Put the Cullis on eight. Pull up, hop out, Look at they face. Yeah, this young nigga keep Glock on crate. Yeah, I been gettin' so much Cake. I can barely keep up with the fuck I make. Goddamn, I think I got another new Safe. Ran out of rubber bands 'cause the shit Kept breakin'. Yeah, I'm the man, the man with The plan. Pull up in the van, slide the Door back and blast. Hold fifty rounds on the Nightstand. Everybody know that Glocks don't jam. Fuck what you heard, yeah, you heard what I'm Sayin'. Yeah, paper route business got drums rockin' Pans. Yeah, runnin' this shit, tell them niggas stop Playin'. Yeah, young nigga hot, need the cooler on The fan. It's a-Whole lotta camouflage shit in The driveway. Plug look like Baby Joe on Next Friday. Blue gas in the Demon, now I'm gettin' Sideways. Blue racks on me, Ariel have his shit My way. Eighteen-wheeler loaded fresh up off the Highway. All week long she been beggin' me to Ride me. Carbon one-fifth and it's right here beside Me. Cut a nigga off if I found out He lied to me. Bitch, bitch.