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Ayy, Keys, you ready?
Oh yeah, oh yeah

I get dough, I'm from the hood
You need a (Oh), man, you know it's all good
I drink Bo with the slice
I paid fifty-eleven racks for the ice
I smoke 'dro, I got skrill
You got one bad bitch, big deal
I'm on chrome, I look cute

Broke bitches can't ride in my coupe (Oh, no)
I'm from the West, I chew pills
I'm a kid, I still ride Big Wheels
I went to jail and came back
I'm no rat, yeah, nigga, know that

I'm a hustler, I can get 'em to you six a (Oh)
You can come to the city or I can meet you in the (Oh)
Ice cream, make 'em all scream like (Oh)
When they slide through and ask for credit, I'm like (Oh)
I'm real cute by the wrist, man, say it ain't (Oh)
Yeah, holla at the kid, shawty, I got (Oh)
We don't talk to the police, fuck the fi— (Oh)
I'm from the block we pop, smoke tree, and drink (Oh)

I got a gun with a drum
I keep (Oh), yeah, nigga, A1
Get at your boy, shit, I'm the truth
You want grapes? I got fruit
I got a truck with the screens
A four-five in my Evisu jeans
I crawl, I ride slow
Can you show me a happy nigga with a broke ho? (Oh, no)
I go, I'm from the street

Do a donut in front of the police
I went to jail and came back
I'm no rat, yeah, nigga, know that

I'm a hustler, I can get 'em to you six a (Oh)
You can come to the city or I can meet you in the (Oh)
Ice cream, make 'em all scream like (Oh)
When they slide through and ask for credit, I'm like (Oh)
I'm real cute by the wrist, man, say it ain't (Oh)
Yeah, holla at the kid, shawty, I got (Oh)
We don't talk to the police, fuck the fi— (Oh)
I'm from the block we pop, smoke tree, and drink (Oh)

I'm a baller, I got toys
Fuck the fi— (Oh), we don't talk to them boys
We roll Chargers (Chargers) and ride hemis (Ride hemis)
I tried to tell 'em, but these niggas don't hear me (Don't hear me)
Gold grill all in my mouth
I got work, nigga, all down south

Redbones (Redbones), so thick (So thick)
I love money, man, I don't love a bitch (Oh, no)
I'm a dog, but it's cool

I floss, my nigga, I coon
I went to jail and came back
I'm no rat, yeah, nigga, know that

I'm a hustler, I can get 'em to you six a (Oh)
You can come to the city or I can meet you in the (Oh)
Ice cream, make 'em all scream like (Oh)
When they slide through and ask for credit, I'm like (Oh)
I'm real cute by the wrist, man, say it ain't (Oh)
Yeah, holla at the kid, shawty, I got (Oh)
We don't talk to the police, fuck the fi— (Oh)
I'm from the block we pop, smoke tree, and drink (Oh)

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