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I'm fresh as hell like it's my last day
I just woke up and count the cash, bae
Fast-ass car, now everybody wanna race
I'm high on Mars, you can see it in my fuckin' face
I'm way too hard, please don't put me in no trash debates, ugh
I just hit her from the back, you took her ass on dates, ugh
It's not Ramadan, I'm eatin', I can't pass the plate, yeah
I'm shootin' a hundred for a hundred, why would I pass the cake, nigga?
Oh, you flexed up? Yeah, watch how fast it take
No, you cannot catch up, your car got a trash intake
I just woke up and count the cash, bae
Fast-ass car, now everybody wanna race
I'm high on Mars, you can see it in my fuckin' face
I'm way too hard, please don't put me in no trash debates, ugh
I just hit her from the back, you took her ass on dates, ugh
It's not Ramadan, I'm eatin', I can't pass the plate, yeah
I'm shootin' a hundred for a hundred, why would I pass the cake, nigga?
Oh, you flexed up? Yeah, watch how fast it take
No, you cannot catch up, your car got a trash intake
Porsche 911, whip that bitch like it's stolen
All these other niggas mad 'cause Lil' O still chosen
Hold on, you bend that curve, them young niggas start blowin'
And this bitch get on my nerves, told her, "Shut up and start blowin"
She went in my closet and said, "Why all your jeans say Rick Owen?"
I count bands and spread bread, yeah, I'm already knowin'
Walk up with two pistols yeah, I'm clutchin', Max Payne
I fuck with my shooter 'cause he put in mad pain, hold on
Shoutout to my jeweler 'cause he made me mad chains, hold up
You can't sell out shows, they ain't screamin' your name, hold up
All these other niggas mad 'cause Lil' O still chosen
Hold on, you bend that curve, them young niggas start blowin'
And this bitch get on my nerves, told her, "Shut up and start blowin"
She went in my closet and said, "Why all your jeans say Rick Owen?"
I count bands and spread bread, yeah, I'm already knowin'
Walk up with two pistols yeah, I'm clutchin', Max Payne
I fuck with my shooter 'cause he put in mad pain, hold on
Shoutout to my jeweler 'cause he made me mad chains, hold up
You can't sell out shows, they ain't screamin' your name, hold up
We sell out shows, we fuck hoes, hold up
We count up rolls and we tag toes
I just made the lil' bitch b , undi-undisclosed, yeah
And I'm with this lil' bitch, she playin' with her nose, yeah
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party, oh yeah
Off the X, don't stop me, don't start me (Oh, yeah)
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
Tell the ho, "Call me Lil O, bitch, don't call me 'Mari"
You eatin' nachos, we eatin' calamari
They some thot hoes, hit some pot holes, so they late to the party
But fuck it, that's okay, we all came to get gnarly
But fuck it, that's okay, we all came to get gnarly
We count up rolls and we tag toes
I just made the lil' bitch b , undi-undisclosed, yeah
And I'm with this lil' bitch, she playin' with her nose, yeah
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party, oh yeah
Off the X, don't stop me, don't start me (Oh, yeah)
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
Tell the ho, "Call me Lil O, bitch, don't call me 'Mari"
You eatin' nachos, we eatin' calamari
They some thot hoes, hit some pot holes, so they late to the party
But fuck it, that's okay, we all came to get gnarly
But fuck it, that's okay, we all came to get gnarly
Ran out of racks so you rap cappin', nigga
Pulled out the strap, I ain't cock back, I just aim it
I ain't think about the plan when I up the ante
Your gang for my gang, who you think I'm takin'? Huh
What a shame, niggas lame, man, they always fakin', uh
I spent one-fifty for my neck and told your bitch to taste it
Told twin, "Go roll a QP up" and then we want to face it
Don't brag about your life, we been did that, that shit so basic (So basic)
Pulled out the strap, I ain't cock back, I just aim it
I ain't think about the plan when I up the ante
Your gang for my gang, who you think I'm takin'? Huh
What a shame, niggas lame, man, they always fakin', uh
I spent one-fifty for my neck and told your bitch to taste it
Told twin, "Go roll a QP up" and then we want to face it
Don't brag about your life, we been did that, that shit so basic (So basic)
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