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I
don't
do
the
Tahoe,
rather
Escalade
Jumped
up
in
the
trap,
I
couldn't
do
a
mini
wage
These
niggas
gon'
dick
ride
if
you
get
a
lil'
wave
Never
heard
of
bro
up
in
the
city,
heard
he
bought
his
fame
Heard
he
cuffed
a
hoe,
she
be
on
go,
whole
city
know
her
brain
Started
flippin'
O's,
we
was
poor
then
the
load
came
She
play
with
her
nose,
be
on
slopes,
she
like
cocaine
Cuz
got
the
fiends
lined
up,
it
look
like
Soul
Train
And
he
made
a
million
on
that
corner
where
we
still
hang
Late
nites
in
that
trap
clutchin'
my
pole
when
the
door
swing
Ya
shit
87,
we
was
peddlin'
that
propane
Chi
died
I
fell
to
my
knees,
I'm
like
no
way
Tried
to
cry
I
couldn't,
knew
it
wouldn't
take
the
pain
away
It
was
time
to
ball,
I
got
in
the
game
shootin'
fadeaways
Phone
calls
thru
Securus,
broski
say
he
on
the
way
Cuzzo
caught
that
case,
thought
he
a
beat
it
like
he
Mike
Jack
I
ain't
talkin'
Ocho,
but
she
tryna
do
a
nightcap
Bro
pull
up
from
logo,
got
a
scope
on
the
Kel-Tec
Cuz
don't
care
about
his
age,
fuck
it
he
gon'
still
trap
They
put
my
niggas
on
the
bus,
they
got
caught
up
in
that
field
trippin
These
streets
givin'
me
a
rush,
but
too
much
and
it
a
kill
you
Went
through
way
too
much,
I
don't
ever
think
that
you
can
feel
me
I
don't
do
the
Tahoe,
rather
Escalade
Jumped
up
in
the
trap,
I
couldn't
do
a
mini
wage
These
niggas
gon'
dick
ride
if
you
get
a
lil'
wave
(lil'
wave
lil'
wave)
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