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(Is his name really Bailey Sample?)
(Yo, Jucxee, run that shit back) Phew
Phew, phew, phew
Walked inside the bank, lil' nigga, I'm they favorite customer (Johnny, turn me up)
Frrt
Walked inside the bank, lil' nigga, I'm they favorite customer
Standin' on the block, servin' rock, I got customers
Keep my money on me, TSA, I'm walkin' through Customs
Keep that blicky on me, run up on me, I'ma bust 'em
Took my bitch to Dr. Miami, now she custom
(Yo, Jucxee, run that shit back) Phew
Phew, phew, phew
Walked inside the bank, lil' nigga, I'm they favorite customer (Johnny, turn me up)
Frrt
Walked inside the bank, lil' nigga, I'm they favorite customer
Standin' on the block, servin' rock, I got customers
Keep my money on me, TSA, I'm walkin' through Customs
Keep that blicky on me, run up on me, I'ma bust 'em
Took my bitch to Dr. Miami, now she custom
Swervin' a Trackhawk, hit the gas, you know it's custom
Real trapper, stack that money up by the bundle
Plain jane Rollie, took it to the jeweler and went custom
Plain jane Rollie, took it to the jeweler and went custom
Told my jeweler, "Crush the face down with no boogers"
Swervin' the Trackhawk, the insides look like mustard
Too much motion, nigga run up on me, I'ma cook him
Took my money on me, TSA, walkin' through Customs
I'm the future, bitch look like Ciara, fuck Russell
In the trap choppin' up a brick like a butcher
Real trapper, stack that money up by the bundle
Plain jane Rollie, took it to the jeweler and went custom
Plain jane Rollie, took it to the jeweler and went custom
Told my jeweler, "Crush the face down with no boogers"
Swervin' the Trackhawk, the insides look like mustard
Too much motion, nigga run up on me, I'ma cook him
Took my money on me, TSA, walkin' through Customs
I'm the future, bitch look like Ciara, fuck Russell
In the trap choppin' up a brick like a butcher
Sandwich bag full of white shit, Ashton Kutcher
Nigga, the fuckin' baby Drac' came from Russia
Ain't gon' lie, nigga, run up on me, I'ma bust 'em
And I keep my circle small, don't fuck with bustas
I'm from Broward, I be bustin' plays in Augusta
Walked inside the bank, lil' nigga, I'm they favorite customer
Standin' on the block, servin' rock, I got customers
Keep my money on me, TSA, I'm walkin' through Customs
Keep that blicky on me, run up on me, I'ma bust 'em
Took my bitch to Dr. Miami, now she custom
Swervin' a Trackhawk, hit the gas, you know it's custom
Nigga, the fuckin' baby Drac' came from Russia
Ain't gon' lie, nigga, run up on me, I'ma bust 'em
And I keep my circle small, don't fuck with bustas
I'm from Broward, I be bustin' plays in Augusta
Walked inside the bank, lil' nigga, I'm they favorite customer
Standin' on the block, servin' rock, I got customers
Keep my money on me, TSA, I'm walkin' through Customs
Keep that blicky on me, run up on me, I'ma bust 'em
Took my bitch to Dr. Miami, now she custom
Swervin' a Trackhawk, hit the gas, you know it's custom
Real trapper, stack that money up by the bundle
Plain jane Rollie, took it to the jeweler and went custom
Plain jane Rollie, took it to the jeweler and went custom
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