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1.4 on a mansion just to live in the hills And this shit ain't even built, where I'm from, killers got skills And my shorties so hot, gotta pop a Perc to chill You can't ride around with us if you ain't goin' on no drills I love catchin' opps, I run up, I'm so thrill 'Cause I'm gang like I'm Phill, baby, I'm so trill Told her I like it when she drop it low 'cause I'm so still Every day, I'm stackin' money, nigga, I want a mill Ten hundred thousand count up, I'm tryna fill TH go 200, baby I'm behind the wheel Engine Maro in the kitchen, gotta grab the stainless steel And she like what the F mean, Forgiato wheels VVS' in the Audemar, the truck got a auto-start Demon Hawk, I had to change the hood, now I look like Kevin Hart Blue tips on my FN, I'm ready to flip the car Dozen a pound of Gross stuffed in the cookie jar I'm in a mansion in the hills, they say I look kinda far 2016 is the year that I stopped poppin' bars And I smoke a lotta Gross, I do not sip no Par And I got a eight of Wock' pourin' up on my way tomorrow 1.4 on a mansion just to live in the hills And this shit ain't even built, where I'm from, killers got skills And my shorties so hot, gotta pop a Perc to chill You can't ride around with us if you ain't goin' on no drills I love catchin' opps, I run up, I'm so thrill 'Cause I'm gang like I'm Phill, baby, I'm so trill Told her I like it when she drop it low 'cause I'm so still Every day, I'm stackin' money, nigga, I want a mill
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