Got a drop on an opp, where is he? (Where is he?) Slide in that corner, get busy (Get busy, skrrt) Look at my chain, she get frisky I'm rockin' Elliot diamonds, no kizzy (No cap) All my shooters givin' out head taps I ain't goin' inside no club with no blicky (That's facts) Got your girl backstage at my show And I signed three letters on her titty (That's "NAV") GS9, XO, pushin' your wig back 4-5-6, get a head crack (Crack) Drivin' inside that foreign Watch everybody move every time I back, back (Beep-beep) Most of these people gon' fold under pressure Your big homie turned into a rat, rat (Rat) Gettin' free bands, I'm gettin' to the guap Like Tarantino, I got rack racks (Racks) Two-tone Dweller, got a two-tone Glock Got a yellow-bone bitch with a two-door drop Do it for the thrill, my shooters do a drill In a Hellcat and they get away from the cops Run into me, I'm a rebel like Rowdy When I'm in my city, I feel like John Gotti Put some respect on my body So much money, think I joined 'Luminati (Yeah)
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