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Huh uh
Shorty I gotta go yeah
Know I be running shit up in my city bitch leave me alone yeah
I be chasing these racks till I get to a milli can't pick up the phone yeah
Counting my guap fuck these lil bitty bitties ain't fucking with those yeah
Oh my god, oh my god
All these racks in my face gon make me pass out (pass out)
And all these snakes in my way, gon cut the grass down (grass down)
And all this bur-bur-Burberry gon leave you sat down (sat down)
If I said fuck you that's facts you in my past now (past now)
Yeah yeah

We on to finer things
Fuck that now we on designer things
Yeah! Slatt
Remember back when shorty she ain't even notice me
Yeah
Now she on my all day she wanna focus me
Uh
Only showing love to niggas that roll with me (yeah!)
I got dogs and we steppin'
Niggas roll with Giuseppe
Niggas roll with a weapon
Break your bones mac 11
Flipping shit with Smith&Wesson
Kicking shit that's how we get it
It's a vibe I can't be tripping
It's a vibe I can't be stressing
Turning heads in the building
Made it out it's a blessing yeah yeah
Love the game, Imma marry it
Hahaha yeah
Fuck, shit
In my city Imma carry it
Yeah
I'm the king need my chariot
Nah, fuck the fame Imma bury it

Shorty I gotta go yeah
Know I be running shit up in my city bitch leave me alone yeah
I be chasing these racks till I get to a milli can't pick up the phone yeah
Counting my guap fuck these lil bitty bitties ain't fucking with those yeah
Oh my god, oh my god
All these racks in my face gon make me pass out (pass out)
And all these snakes in my way, gon cut the grass down (grass down)
And all this bur-bur-Burberry gon leave you sat down (sat down)
If I said fuck you that's facts you in my past now (past now)
Yeah yeah