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Pockets Too fat and you still ain't get paid. I got them hitters, they moving like slaves. That nigga said what? Get hit with a blade. She wanna act like she know me, imaginary friend, I call that hoe Toby. Whipping and hacking like This shit was stolen. They ain't believe me, nigga, But I told 'em. Fuck it. Balling, I know I'm a bucket. Ice on my vein, man, I'm feeling like Ruskin. Fuck on that cougar, she making a mess. I did not pay, yeah, she did it for Less. The way they move, I had to give Me a tech. Living like GTA, fuck is my Vest? I got some niggas that wanna invest. Pull up, the whole ting just look like a Check. This a big private jet. Chrome Heart fit just to match my track. She on my body, break her back, Kit-Kat, and We don't even do chit-chat. Bro want to beef 'cause his bitch, who's that? Think it's a game, you fuck around, fumble me. Off of this weed in my head, I be Stumbling. Why these people always coming 'round me With that bullshit? Lately been seeing niggas, Really nuisance. Easily irritated, I think stupid. Got a cougar that gon' shoot up them rooftops. This chrome on me, chuck out the deuces. Chuck out the deuce when I'm sipping the D'USSÉ. Give me a bag after bag, I do say. Take all them clothes off, baby, I do say. Fear of God, Got my wife. You wan' die. Heart made of money. I can't be the dummy. I was struggling, now I'm really stunting. Take me a trip, I'ma go to the moon. He wanna be with the gang, lil' nigga, we Ain't got no room. Give a fuck on your Feelings, I stay nonexistent. Carrying hammer 'cause life got a sentence. Don't even know you, lil' nigga, don't mention. Slide on the IG, I know they intentions. I just made two hoes suck my dick off Henny. Don't got that love, lil' nigga, find a Penny. Smoke on that weed, it help me with My... Young, but I'm stressing now like it been In me. Please do not act you cannot get Switched out. Act like a bummer, nigga get kicked Out. I meant what I said, what I said I meant. Niggas thought dark on the kid, but I'm lit now. They ain't fucking with me. Yeah, bitch, fuck what they say. Stacking that paper, that bank, I chase. If I won't get enough money like I do Right now, wouldn't know where I'd be today. Locked in, pass off a ho like a motherfucking Stockton. Mopar truck, real exotic. Pull up, all of the hoes excited. Pull up, nigga, I really be toxic. ADD from a broke home. CPU built, wanna move Like a robot. Way that I'm stacking these hundreds, Move solo. Be body you with the family photo. I got plenty, I'm blinding in Hills, I got Vision. Chilling, baby, I really be healing. Niggas come 'round 'cause they see that I'm winning. Be getting the check like a motherfucking steamer. Come here, show you I'm him, I'ma make that Shit clear. Watch who I let in my presence. If I cannot tolerate, then I leave them in The rear. Future suburban, they say it ain't fair. I got a book 'cause I found me a Care. Ice on my neck, just a puddle, no Tear. Shut the fuck up, don't like dealing with Caring. Wakanda forever, where they now they Staring. For sure. Fear of God, Got my wife. You wan' die. Heart made of money. I can't be the dummy. I was struggling, now I'm really stunting. Okay, yeah, okay. Okay, yeah, okay. Okay, yeah, okay. Okay, yeah, okay.
G&Chi — Elites
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