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Yeah, ayy, yeah
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ayy
I'm movin' up
Bag gettin' bigger and bigger, I blew it up
Change the game on these niggas, just tuned it up
Bringin' load after load like a moving truck
Lil' bitch, I'm the shit, tell the toilet and sewer up
Been savin' guap, stack it up but I blew it up
Why you keep tryna eat off my plate? You done chewed enough
Got old money, send pink and blue new bucks
Don't fuck with niggas, I'm tryna hang like the Ku Klux
If it's some smoke at your top, that's a cool cut
This cheese in my pocket, won't rock 'cause it's new
Bitch, I been at the top, get the drop, I'ma do 'em
Young nigga got these fuck niggas easy influenced
Thirty-three on the block, posted up, Patreon
And these birds for the low, call 'em in like I flew 'em
I heard niggas hatin' on the low, but I knew it
Feelin' like Nike, get a check 'cause I do it
Just bringin' these bags in, backend out the backend
I'm on the front just like a lineman
Watch how I go in, make that stack
Makin' plays, just watch me drop back like a quarterback
I ain't tryna fit in, but I'll serve you a hat
Fuck these niggas gettin' lit up, but I ain't tryna match
That's why I said that's a fact
Really know the reason why these niggas mad
Get this shit for the low, but I still gotta tax 'em
Run in your home, swing that stick like a bat
I'ma slide on 'em first and your partner ass sacked
I been triplin' up, then go still double that
Put that dick on your ho and she can't double back
Boy, that gas too strong, call that hammer tech
And I'm all in her mouth like a Tic Tac
Lil' bitch, I got big racks
Tell them folks that I do that shit different
Quick cat, will leave your dog red like Clifford
I'm fresh as the preacher, catch me with the bishop
From the dirty but clean this shit up like tissue
And I'm straight to the top, got rockets and missiles
It ain't never no fakin', I'm just too official
She like skin with them stripes on her ass, call her Tigger
I'm movin' up
Bag gettin' bigger and bigger, I blew it up
Change the game on these niggas, just tuned it up
Bringin' load after load like a moving truck
Lil' bitch, I'm the shit, tell the toilet and sewer up
Been savin' guap, stack it up but I blew it up
Why you keep tryna eat off my plate? You done chewed enough
Got old money, send pink and blue new bucks
Don't fuck with niggas, I'm tryna hang like the Ku Klux
If it's some smoke at your top, that's a cool cut
This cheese in my pocket, won't rock 'cause it's new
Bitch, I been at the top, get the drop, I'ma do 'em
Young nigga got these fuck niggas easy influenced
Thirty-three on the block, posted up, Patreon
And these birds for the low, call 'em in like I flew 'em
I heard niggas hatin' on the low, but I knew it
Feelin' like Nike, get a check 'cause I do it



Writer(s): Nick Tse, Ben Tse, Phil Gibson Copyright: O F Records Inc



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