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Darius Adaiah Smith
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My coupe matte black inside seashell
Windows fishbowl and the motor V12
Barely hit the gas and the bitch fishtail
Pull up pull up on yo bitch and she say he hell
Outfit cost me 3500 (he hell)
Tennis shoes 2800 (he hell)
Ice on me it's gone be cold a summer (he hell)
She want me cause she know I get money
100 pounds of gas just landed on conley
I ain't gotta touch it I get white collar money
Plain Jane sky dweller on my left arm
6 tennis chains nigga I don't need no charm
65 pounds of gas in some zip locks
Eyeball a bale nigga i dont need a clock
All this hatin need to muthfuckin stop
Niggas don't wanna see me at the mutherfukkn top
So I keep on hustlin and I keep on stackin
Nigga might just see me in traffic
100 round drum in that mutherfucker tragic
I might pull up let that mutherfucker have it
Whoa nigga I been rich
Whoa yeah you been a bitch
Whoa yeah pull up in this
Skrrt skrt you heard that shit
I was pullin up when I ain't even have L's
Bale in the trunk nigga screaming fuck 12
Ordered up a 100 and they came in the mail
You can get em wholesale or get em retail
My coupe matte black inside seashell
Windows fishbowl and the motor V12
Barely hit the gas and the bitch fishtail
Pull up pull up on yo bitch and she she say he hell
Outfit cost me 3500 (he hell)
Tennis shoes 2800 (he hell)
Ice on me it's gonna be cold a summer (he hell)
She want me cause she know I get money
24 karate on the mutherfuckin ring
I got 6 on like I came off a team
I got a big rocket on me nigga call him Hakeem
That muthfucker won't even fit in my jeans
You know my pistols dirty it got bad hygiene
For 1650 I got bags of Irene
CPN apartment ain't in my name
I busted a thousand scripts
Do the number you lame
Pull up in the benzo it ain't got no tints on it
Lil bitch with me and she ain't in the friend zone
Followed my block then I ran in the End Zone
Sent em off Monday boy the pack should've been home
25 pounds of that Runtz and That Gushers
Chains on my neck yeah they dancin like usher
Everytime you see a nigga boy I'm ballin like Rucker
I ran up a check pushing weight like a trucker
All this money got these bitches on my bumpers
Nigga I don hit more hoes then Brian Pumper
My trap hittin hard like a vert with 3 12's
Pull up in a VL with a V12
My coupe matte black inside seashell
Windows fishbowl and the motor V12
Barely hit the gas and the bitch fishtail
Pull up pull up on yo bitch and she she say he hell
Outfit cost me 3500 (he hell)
Tennis shoes 2800 (he hell)
Ice on me it's gone be cold a summer (he hell)
She want me cause she know I get money (He Hell)
Writer(s): Composer Unknown, Marcos Cardoso
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