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[Intro]
Ayy, Pab, pass me a pack of Newport right quick (QRN)
(Dabi, you’ll make ’em proud)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a little stressed out right now
Pass a couple hundred grand, two hundred somethin’ on the [?]
I came up from the bottom if that’s the question you wanna ask
[?] I just pray that I don’t crash
Your brother thuggin’, raise your hand if you got get-back for your mans (Okay, let’s go)

[Chorus]
Hoes go Audemars for certain (They Audemars)
Fifty thousand, timin’ perfect
Project housin’, blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (Woah, oh-oh)
Fuck that, let me pop a Perky
Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out the surgery (Grrah)
Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Oh man, yeah, the cops comin’ (Whoop-whoop)
In the streets, we really harder than [?]
All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin’ our door down
That shit be fake, be the same ones that claim that they love y’all

[Verse 1]
They ain’t the same, they got me traumatized
That shit a gang, gon’ be a homicide
They say I changed, that’s ’cause I’m goin’ through this pain, I watched my cousin die
Codeine, I still can’t put down this drank, that’s even though I tried
Colgate, that’s the code name for cocaine, we serve it through the night
Okay, that shit y’all seen on that camera was a savage boy
Okay, with the Christmas, I’ma buy lil’ boy his favorite blunt (No, no, no)
Ray Allen, really out the grind, I clap from out the mud
No fade, I done had to switch my Hellcat just to dodge a charge
Fuck ’em ’cause we livin’ large
Who done got the toughest Jump Gang with that .30 rod
Up that fan, a thirty shots
Ain’t dyin’ ’bout the gun but livin’ by it, that’s the [?]
Finally, I’m one who really got it in a stolen car (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus]
Hoes go Audemars for certain (They Audemars)
Fifty thousand, timin’ perfect
Project housin’, blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (Woah, oh-oh)
Fuck that, let me pop a Perky
Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out the surgery (Grrah)
Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Oh man, yeah, the cops comin’ (Whoop-whoop)
In the streets, we really harder than [?]
All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin’ our door down
That shit be fake, be the same ones that claim that they love y’all

[Verse 2]
I’m number one, I went two for two
My niggas out, they free, throw up the four
For my niggas [?]
Number five and another five, standin’ on our ten
Fuck the eleven, we be dodgin’ twelve with this F&N
Thirteen, I was spittin’, writin’ rhymes without a pen
Fourteen, I was on my grind, fresh from out the pen’
Fifteen, fucked up in the molly, all I know is step
Forever 16 ’til the day I die, we catch and you gon’ get
This shit is not a competition (This shit ain’t no competition), on my own pace, and I’m winnin’
These foreign cars yellin’, pink slippin’, I know that you thought they rented (Mmm-hmm)
That’s ’cause you all in my business
Fuck it, go get some Benjis
I know that these niggas envy, yellow bitch look like [?] (Woah-woah)
Kitchen Peezy, a chemist, there’s a lot of shit I invented (Woah-woah)
But fuck it, let ’em pretend it
We slangin’ iron, can’t prevent it (Woah-woah)
I’ll leave Lil D, my lil’ brother
I’ll leave all these bitches (Woah-woah)
And all I know is the hustle, and slippin’ ’til it’s a [?]

[Chorus]
Hoes go Audemars for certain (They Audemars)
Fifty thousand, timin’ perfect
Project housin’, blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (Woah, oh-oh)
Fuck that, let me pop a Perky
Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out the surgery (Grrah)
Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Oh man, yeah, the cops comin’ (Whoop-whoop)
In the streets, we really harder than [?]
All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin’ our door down
That shit be fake, be the same ones that claim that they love y’all
[Outro]
Everybody in the club, tear it down
(Dabi, you’ll make ’em proud)
Everybody in the club, tear it down

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