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[00:00.07](Flexin')
[00:00.90]I'm a no-shoestring-wearin' nigga, just straps
[00:04.50]Nine out of ten of these hoes holdin' back
[00:07.06]How the fuck he did six years with four flat?
[00:10.19]Course Hot Boy and Will hang together, they both rats
[00:13.57]Pull up in the hood, high beams on the Wagen
[00:16.52]My niggas call me Rollie, all my bitches call me Patek
[00:19.32]Ho, quit sayin' you could've had me, how?
[00:21.77]Shout out Lil I'm the one who blew him down
[00:24.37]Rest in peace, drop shit for extra cheese
[00:26.95]This here for Neff and Rece, say I remember bettin' fives
[00:30.07]Hard times don't never last
[00:31.41]Told y'all I quit stompin', I'm on my seventh slab
[00:34.46]Somethin' 'bout that drug money make these bitches get off
[00:37.59]Let me know if you can't see me, nigga, 'cause I'll take the tint off
[00:40.56]We just left SoleStage, blew about a ten ball
[00:43.65]Free my nigga Woo, or should I call him Mr. Fentanyl?
[00:46.53]Yeah, Gotti want a show, but shit, I'm finna have a spin-off
[00:49.85]Take a nigga ho, you never told me that you loved her
[00:52.81]Fifty for a show, no back and forth, I'm sellin' drugs first
[00:56.09]Hold me down, never know what tomorrow bring
[00:59.04]Help me out, if I eat, we all eat
[01:01.69]Ma, look at your baby
[01:04.33]Still findin' thirties for the A-team, yeah
[01:07.49]I might come through in a hard top, we draggin'
[01:10.52]I still save all of my call logs, I'm damaged
[01:13.36]From hustle kids to ball out, I still live in the doghouse
[01:16.55]I'm known for goin' on Moss routes like throw it up
[01:18.97]Hate on who? I'm goin' up
[01:20.53]Ain't gotta flash, I show enough
[01:22.06]Been in my bag, nigga, get in yours
[01:23.53]Quarter million cash, ain't shit in yours
[01:25.22]Married for now, I'll get divorced, ayy
[01:27.54]This bitch been actin' like she love me
[01:30.61]Came from nothin', doggy, we was thuggin'
[01:32.91]How you gon' judge them?
[01:35.21]Nigga ran off with my last and left me hurtin'
[01:37.82]Askin' doggy would he rather be rappin' or sellin' thirties?
[01:40.94]Youngest nigga, but the first one in traffic behind the murders
[01:43.10]In that 'Cat, I'm probably swervin', state troopers make me nervous
[01:47.28]Young dog still into murders, throw his shit back like a jersey
[01:50.17]Put a Patek on a baddie, a Patek on a
[01:53.05]I put a Patek on a baddie
[01:54.31]Hold me down, never know what tomorrow bring
[01:57.34]Help me out, if I eat, we all eat
[02:00.14]Ma, look at your baby
[02:02.87]Still findin' thirties for the A-team, yeah
[02:05.99]I might come through in a hard top, we draggin'
[02:08.99]I still save all of my call logs, I'm damaged
[02:13.20]Free my nigga Woo
[02:16.40]Free my nigga Woo
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