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BandPlay. Yeah, yeah. Okay. Okay. Stay out my way, I pop you like a Aspirin. Watch out. Trap nigga on the way to Aspen. Aspen. Smoke the best weed and spend millions on Fashion. Stylin'. I cashed the check and went ballin' in Aspen. Colorado. Grew up fucked up, now I'm havin'. Yeah, yeah. Don't make me book you for a Closed casket. Yeah, Drop a bag on your ass And go to Aspen. I just dropped off sixty bags in a Aston. Martin. She in my past tense, but she a Bad bitch. Smoked a blunt and count my money, Started dancin'. My bitch so jealous, She said, "Who the fuck you dancin' with?" Damn. BandPlay, that's who I'm runnin' up the bands With. Ayy. Free all of my mans that's locked down in The can. Free my dogs. Shout out to the opps 'cause them my number One fans. Super pussy. All my old hoes know I miss them the Most. We made it out the trenches, grab a Bottle, let's make a toast. I woke up this morning smokin' big blunts in My Dior robe. Yeah. I got six karats a piece of VS in My earlobes. Yeah. I got niggas with me on Go everywhere that I go. Yeah. Today, I just might be the freshest nigga On the whole globe. Cabana life. Stay out my way, I pop you like a Aspirin. Watch out. Trap nigga on the way to Aspen. Aspen. Smoke the best weed and spend millions on Fashion. Stylin'. I cashed the check and went ballin' in Aspen. Colorado. Grew up fucked up, now I'm havin'. Yeah, yeah. Don't make me book you for a Closed casket. Yeah, Drop a bag on your ass And go to Aspen. Aspen. I just dropped off sixty bags in a Aston. Martin. I just jumped out quarantine to get A backend. Let's go. Trap nigga still'll pop you like a Advil. Huh. Yeah, bitch, you know I'm the shit, I Get my ass in. Yup. First time gettin' locked up, I had took Some bags to Nashville. Woah. Now fast forward that, your boy in Aspen. I'm rockin' me a mink, my Fanta pink, I Brought my ratchet. I'm straight up out the street, No, I can't ski, but I can bag it. I'm ten toes to the death of me, I Put that on my paddock. Yeah, I be killin' all my opps and I Be killin' fashion. I never leave the house without my Glock and Never happen. My neck and wrist is Colorado rocky, Yes, I'm havin' it. I'm cutthroat to the bone, I hope you niggas understand me, bitch. Stay out my way, I pop you like a Aspirin. Watch out. Trap nigga on the way to Aspen. Aspen. Smoke the best weed and spend millions on Fashion. Stylin'. I cashed the check and went ballin' in Aspen. Colorado. Grew up fucked up, now I'm havin'. Yeah, Don't make me book you for a closed Casket. Yeah, Drop a bag on your ass and Go to Aspen. I just dropped off sixty bags in a Aston. Martin. J.