(Ready?)
Light it up
Backseat blowin’ smoke, black and white Maybach, Oreo (Pop it off)
I get cash OD, don’t ask me how, I don’t know (What you sayin’, shawty?)
Direct deposit me, first thing in the mornin’ (I’m turnin’)
Pass me double cup (Okay), I don’t give no fucks (What you sayin’, shawty?)
Hot with no good luck (Pop it off), two-strap buckle up (Top off it)
I don’t do no yawnin’, I gotta go get money (I’ma tell you)
I cannot perform for nothin’ less than a hundred (What you sayin’, shawty?)
(Talkin’ ‘bout)
Roll up an opp, okay (Roll ’em up)
Diamonds on top my face (Pour it up)
Diamonds on top my face (On the top)
Tattoos on my head (Tattoos)
I could barely stand (No way)
I poured up three lines, uh (What you sayin’, shawty?)
I didn’t pop no Xan (Okay)
I’m overlocked in with the family
This the mind, I don’t do fake friends (No, I can’t, I)
Can’t do no false-flaggin’
Double-0-5, who you rep? (Blat)
All black from the feet to the head (What you sayin’?)
Shawty a lil’ skeet on the bed (What you sayin’?)
I left blood on the curb (What you sayin’?)
Only took him two shots, he’s dead (What you sayin’?)
(Backseat blowin’ smoke)
(Backseat blowin’ smoke)
I’m overlocked in with the family
This the mind, I don’t do fake friends (Backseat blowin’ smoke)
I don’t do no false-flaggin’
Double 0-5, who you rep? Yeah (Pack it up)
(Ready? Yeah)
What you sayin’, shawty?
Backseat blowin’ smoke, black and white Maybach, Oreo (Pop it off)
I get cash OD, don’t ask me how, I don’t know (What you sayin’, shawty?)
Direct deposit me, first thing in the mornin’ (Pop it off)
Pass me double cup (Pour it up), I don’t give no fucks (What you sayin’, shawty?)
Hot with no good luck (Top off it), two-strap buckle up (Blaow)
I don’t do no yawnin’, I gotta go get money (Count it up)
I cannot perform for nothin’ less than a hundred (What you sayin’, shawty?)

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AMERIKA
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