Lyrics
Red
lean
look
like
Cliford
Cbass,
bitch
Akachi
on
the
beat,
lil
bitch
(Aye!)
Up
in
the
mornin',
I
roll
me
a
blunt
It's
only
7 AM
and
I'm
thinkin'
'bout
money,
you
thinkin'
'bout
stuff
Sleep
at
your
crib,
boy
you
broke
as
a
buck
I'm
thinkin'
'bout
flyin'
out
I'll
go
to
Miami
just
spyin'
out
You
thinkin'
bout
how
to
get
high
now
I'm
thinkin'
I'll
maybe
retire
now
You
can't
even
purchase
a
10
sack
I
smoke
with
my
plug
in
the
Benz
back
I
post
in
my
lab,
it's
my
hideout
Got
twenty
locations
and
ten
stacks
Look,
I
swear
my
car
got
accessories
Wrist
comin'
out,
lookin'
sexy
Call
out
the
plays
like
a
referee
There
ain't
too
many
that
mess
with
me
Circle
so
small,
I
need
motherfuckin'
less
of
me
Uh,
look,
uh
1 T-Rex Freestyle
2 Mood
3 Flippin'
4 Jet Talk
5 Zebra
6 Hotel Bags
7 Lit When It's Late
8 Batman With Robins
9 Full Send
10 Oh No
11 Enemies
12 Flash Back
13 Gotta Go
14 Uberr
15 Nets
16 M C M
17 Timex
18 On Time
19 Money Callin'
20 No Pajamas
21 Danger Freestyle
22 Bad
23 Projects
24 Bulletproof
25 No Attachments
26 Heaven
27 Curry
28 Goyard Freestyle
29 Dimes
30 Cut
31 Crash
32 At the Crib
33 Lois Lane
34 A Hike Through the Park
35 Jealousy
36 Half Price
37 Tables II
38 Trap Keys
39 Lightning McQueen Freestyle
40 Ramona Flowers
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