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I done ran sack up, aww man I just poured the drank up, aww man I done turnt these hoes up, aww man Had the whole city screamin', aww man We done seen a lot of shit never happen Say you gettin' money, boy, you know you cappin' I ain't show you how to do it, aww man Got the whole city screamin', aww man When I pull up all the bitches be like god damn Got 'em turnt in the club, like that's our jam My neck and my wrist full of diamonds My clothes come straight from designers I told Future pull out the Wraith Let's flex and finesse for the cameras I'm just gone pour up the syrup I dropped a four in the Fanta I told that lil bitch give me head She said "boy where's your manners" I need two hoes, 24/7 hey I keep two poles, all my niggas felons I done ran sack up, aww man I just poured the drank up, aww man I done turnt hoes up, aww man Had the whole city screamin' "aww man" We done seen a lot of shit never happen Till you get money boy, you know you got it I ain't show you how to do it, aww man Got the whole city screamin' "aww man" Whippin' that work like a spatula I stay up late like I'm Dracula I keep the keys like a janitor Holla at me, fuck a manager You think you Tony Montana huh? Cause you be sniffin' the Hanna, huh? AR-15, and it'll damage ya Make you do flips off the banister All of my young niggas shooters I got a bitch work at Hooters I do not fuck with you Brewfords Extended clip look like rulers She see my neck now she like "aww man" Pockets be full of that aww man I'm gone off a Zan and she can't understand me I'm too high to care about what ya'll sayin' I done ran sack up, aww man I just poured the drank up, aww man I done turnt hoes up, aww man That ho sittin', screamin' "aww man" ... We done seen a lot of shit never had it Till you get money boy, you know you got it I ain't show you how to do it, aww man ... Got my whole city screamin' "aww man" End bobaclot ...

'Til the day I die I keep it a buck fifty It's a marathon My crew gonna run with me You ain't on my side I advise you don't fuck with me Homie, you decide If you wanna kick up dust with me, hold up Catch me in the pit, I be raging like I'm Banner See if you the same if we meet behind them cameras Smoking on that good good 'til I can't stand up I'm a killer from the west, got that juice like Tropicana Locked in, hoe I'm on my A-game Strains nothing like my GPA, smoking grade A Closet full of Bathing Ape, I'll channel my great ape I'm coming through like a freight train Shawty wanna roll with the big dogs, I'm a great Dane Yeah she ride with the mob, but that bitch a plain Jane, uh I tend to talk a lot about how things change, uh They gon' hate even though it's the same thing They complain about, scraping change from the mud Until I make it out 'Til the digits of my bank account And my net worth are the same amount Gimme the loot, I kick in the door like Notorious Better pay up now Ima do you like Iron Mike Thirty seconds, Ima lay you out You can see from the back of my shirt My crew full of Giantz Like fee fi fo fum 'Bout to start a fucking riot, uh You in a blue uniform Get the fuck off the island Ain't tryna wake up to the sound of the sirens 'Til the day I die I keep it a buck fifty It's a marathon My crew gonna run with me You ain't on my side I advise you don't fuck with me Homie, you decide If you wanna kick up dust with me, hold up Catch me in the pit, I be raging like I'm Banner See if you the same if we meet behind them cameras Smoking on that good good 'til I can't stand up I'm a killer from the west, got that juice like Tropicana None of the ones I keep around me want me to lose Used to slander me the most, now they all with it too I know you feeling every word When I hop in the booth I'd tell a Karen shut the fuck up But they all wanna sue Boy I'm so high, how could I not be on my way up I was down by two then got an and-one layup Invest in myself, I'd rather take a loss now than later And find some work that's essential Just so I could take a pay cut Ima cop this apparel when my pockets full of dinero Always stick to the point like I'm using a bow and arrow Getting faded out my mind Drinking rum by the barrel I'm stumbling through my words Getting more drunk than Jack Sparrow Rather be doing what I'm doing now Than stuck all day in an office Had to cut some ties 'fore I realized They can't get me all this Tryna walk up in Truest, whatever I want I'll cop it This wishful thinking, I'm hungry Y'all not used to seeing profit, yeah 'Til the day I die I keep it a buck fifty It's a marathon My crew gonna run with me You ain't on my side I advise you don't fuck with me Homie, you decide If you wanna kick up dust with me, hold up Catch me in the pit, I be raging like I'm Banner See if you the same if we meet behind them cameras Smoking on that good good 'til I can't stand up I'm a killer from the west, got that juice like Tropicana