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Coming to Ya. I got some opps in here, but I ain't Trippin', them Glocks in here. Right here. Bottles get popped in here. Really been having it locked this year. Ayy. Yeah, I been slagging a fent. What? And I been paying my rent. Trap. I'ma just keep it a buck. Buck. You just 50 Cent. Ayy, ayy. Ayy, I might blow a bag in Here, it's nothing. It's nothing. Gang, gang, wave my flag in here, it's nothing. Ain't nothing. Cut that lil' bitch off. Yeah. That hoe ain't nothing. That hoe ain't nothing. Bang, bang, shoot this club Up for nothing. For nothing. I make a bitch look up. Yeah. She know I got the hookup. Ayy. Give 'em the whole brick. Brick. Nigga, you gotta cook up. Quit playing. We just blowing loud. Yeah. Pulling hoes out the crowd. Hey. Say what, ayy, I been rich ever since A juvenile. Quit playing. Ayy, I might blow a bag in here, it's Nothing. It's nothing. Gang, gang, wave my flag in here, it's nothing. Ain't nothing. Cut that lil' bitch off. Yeah. That hoe ain't nothing. That hoe ain't nothing. Bang, bang, shoot this club Up for nothing. For nothing. Ayy, I might blow a bag in here, it's Nothing. It's nothing. Gang, gang, wave my flag in here, it's nothing. Ain't nothing. Cut that lil' bitch off. Yeah. That hoe ain't nothing. That hoe ain't nothing. Bang, bang, shoot this club Up for nothing. For nothing. Dior, Dior my kicks, Louis Vuitton my bitch. Ayy. Gucci my baby mamas. Yeah. Cuban link up my wrist. Ooh. Fendi on all my kids. Uh. Hellcat all my homies. Skrrt. Scat pack all my skeezers. Skrrt. I got a bag and it's on me. Trap. Niggas be groupies on me. On Mad at these hoes 'cause they want me. She want a real one. Real one. Nigga, she know that you hungry. I put some X in her. Ayy. And a Rolex with her. Ayy. I told her flex dinner. Yeah. Then let the Knicks get her. Ooh, yeah. I'm knowing they switched on me, so I'm just keeping this stick on me. What? I'm just picking up bags while these pussy Niggas tryna pick on me. Okay. This is a victory, y'all niggas ain't lit To me. Facts. Been here for a century, 100 bands ain't shit to me. Quit playing. Ayy, I might blow a bag in Here, it's nothing. It's nothing. Gang, gang, wave my flag in here, it's nothing. Ain't nothing. Cut that lil' bitch off. Yeah. That hoe ain't nothing. That hoe ain't nothing. Bang, bang, shoot this club Up for nothing. For nothing. I might blow a bag in here, it's nothing. It's nothing. Gang, gang, wave my flag in here, It's nothing. Ain't nothing. Cut that lil' bitch off. Yeah. That hoe ain't nothing. That hoe ain't nothing. Bang, bang, shoot this club Up for nothing. For nothing.