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My shorties got gross out the zip lock Hoe brought six racks, shit hot AP, Franck Muller, which watch? We trappin' out the top floor, we got new Glocks We bought a bottle of water with a new view Jetskiing on the water then I hopped in the Benz coupe Almost shot up a fan group Don't run up on me wrong 'cause we will shoot I be with some villans, me and my troops I'm ridin' in some shit that look like some soup Don't get cut off, we end our loop Man, lil' bro ball and told me to hoop I was on the block makin' 50 thousands on the stu' Don't ride on this block if you don't wanna get scooped I walk in Nemos and Marcus just buying shit I ain't chasin' on it, I'ma just buy it And I'ma smoke up in this room, bitches find me Don't remind me I know I'm smokin' gross, it's the finest Broke ass security guard at my door whining It's time to hit Philly, I'm finna hit shine shit Spent a 100K in one hour, damn time quick You need to get your diamonds check 'cause mine's hitting Mine's pissing, nigga, mine's shitting Finna take a flight to Florida, my time different And we movin' Muller time, mine with me Tourin' right now, about to pick up five millies Moncler outside 'cause now it's chilly Mansion gate plus the basket ball court with high ceilings Lakers court side when I'm chilling Round table with the bosses and you know we talking millions My shorties say dubbin' out the fuckin' Hilton My shorties got gross out the zip lock Hoe brought six racks, shit hot AP, Franck Muller, which watch? We trappin' out the top floor, we got new Glocks We bought a bottle of water with a new view Jetskiing on the water then I hopped in the Benz coupe Almost shot up a fan group Don't run up on me wrong 'cause we will shoot
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