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Ye ye
Look, LBO shit
Roll up a backy, make sure that bitch a 3.5
Ballin' like I’m Lebron, dunking from the free line
My shooters on a hunt, they get to pulling from the three line
Same niggas throwing shade, same ones used to D-ride
Legends in the hood, make 'em nervous when the V slide
Peyton in his prime, extra coverage on my D-line
You niggas wack, keep lacking your position, it’ll be mine
This bitch think I’m supposed to spend my money
Because she fine
I’m chillin' at the condo watching Rondo where I recline
I told the maid to bring me out a bottle of that Pat-ron
Careful if my gat drawn no cap, naw, this ain’t just a rap song
I’m strapped and you would get your back blown
Who you know spit it like this, huh
I still ride with this big gun
I’m with a model, Balenciagas to go with my drip, son
My bitch bad, told her pick one
While we laugh smokin' big blunts
I’m on your ass, don’t gotta brag, but I know I’ma win some
Yo, yo
I walk around with a nine with a big beam
I been on this same shit since 16
Even then, I had big dreams
I used to dream of bitches
Now I’m the nigga of that bitch dreams
You prolly seen me on the big screen
Or pullin off in a flame
You know it’s me because the whip mean
I shot that fool outta anger
I could still hear that bitch scream
Right before I made her wig lean
I watched 'em switch sides, I let 'em pick teams
Smokin' from the door my Dior’s weigh, too crispy
Hopped in a Regal then I wiped off the blicky
Toss that, roll me a blunt, we moving swiftly
Uh yo, I did it so fast you could call that shit a quickie
Back to the condo, my bitch just text me she missed me