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Ayy, ayy, ayy I get that re-up, hit my plug, and go and buy it all Poppin' Percs like they Tylenol Enough bricks in this trap to make a China wall I've been savin' for a Rollie, 'cause it's time to ball I'm Lil Bris, when they see me, they be stale-faced You look like a attorney beat the shell case I've been runnin' to a bag, and it's a snail race Felt like a iPhone in that cell, tryna jailbreak Metal hangin' out, like a door knob We don't fuck with you, 'cause you support opps We gon' ring his bell, let that torch knock Free my niggas out that pen, they got that door locked Got me on this GPS, hoe I'm like, "Fuck parole" I invent the sucka code, he did a sucka roll All that drivin' hella weird, got us clutchin' pole Yeah, you'll probably get a pass if you fuck wit' bro I ain't talkin' 'bout no shoes when these K swish Duck low, you see that drake lift, aye Face shot, he caught a face lift I ain't been on vacation but I take trips, aye Lil Bris, they say, 'Me Important' At yo' door in all black, like you meet a Mormon She thought that I was ballin' when she seen the Jordans Pull up and make you duck like that team in Oregon I get that re-up, hit my plug, and go and buy it all Poppin' Percs like they Tylenol Enough bricks in this trap to make a China wall I've been savin' for a Rollie, 'cause it's time to ball I'm Lil Bris, when they see me, they be stale-faced You look like a attorney beat the shell case I've been runnin' to a bag, and it's a snail race Felt like a iPhone in that cell, tryna jailbreak Aye, yeah, I get the work for cheap, my name is coupon Catch me on top of cheese like a crouton Call me heartbreak king, I feel like Kool John This choppa sit you down, and fold up just like a futon Aye, why is niggas havin' trouble findin' me? I need that Rollie 'cause it's time to eat Squeeze my cuttie, I ain't 'bout it B It ain't no show, I blow this pole and you Duck Dynasty, they wolfin' on me Can y'all stop yappin' gums? I'm really from the slums, where niggas pack a drum 'Cause I remember times when not havin' none Shootie Young gon' be surprised if he have a gun Gangsters move in silence, so I don't talk much I had to get that bag, and go and boss up We ain't gonna do that internet, we gon' off blood If you catch a sucka, put a hole in one, with this soft clutch I get that re-up, hit my plug, and go and buy it all Poppin' Percs like they Tylenol Enough bricks in this trap to make a China wall I've been savin' for a Rollie, 'cause it's time to ball I'm Lil Bris, when they see me, they be stale-faced You look like a attorney beat the shell case I've been runnin' to a bag, and it's a snail race Felt like a iPhone in that cell, tryna jailbreak
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