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(Wheezy outta here)

Drivin' in foreigns, my rims so big
The lips be scrapin' the curb (Skrrt)
I'm the man, I swapped my last hoe out 'cause she get on my nerves
(Yeah)
Walk in the store, I spend a lot, what I'm makin' is absurd
Used to spend all day in the projects, now I'm tucked up in the 'burbs
Pull up on my opps and I'ma hit 'em where it hurt
Pour a deuce in a Fanta, I'm a fiend for pouring' syrup
Soon as my plane touch down, I turn my phone on and it chirp
Sometimes I don't wanna see no one for days, on Do Not Disturb

You could try me if you want
But the last one died and got put on a shirt
I been in the game seven years, but I was high, so it's all a blur
Damn right I'm gettin' a lot but I still ain't gettin' what I deserve
Lost a watch, it cost me so damn much, thank God I had it insured
These racks too big, can't fold up, in a Trackhawk doin' donuts
They pay me to be a loner, just the young life of a stoner
Take a G6 and I blast off, when I fuck, I'm rubbin' her mask off
Shit get tough, somehow I manage, to myself, I'm doin' damage

Drivin' in foreigns, my rims so big
The lips be scrapin' the curb (Skrrt)
I'm the man, I swapped my last hoe out 'cause she get on my nerves
(Yeah)
Walk in the store, I spend a lot, what I'm makin' is absurd
Used to spend all day in the projects, now I'm tucked up in the 'burbs
Pull up on my opps and I'ma hit 'em where it hurt
Pour a deuce in a Fanta, I'm a fiend for pouring' syrup
Soon as my plane touch down, I turn my phone on and it chirp
Sometimes I don't wanna see no one for days, on Do Not Disturb