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I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek
I bought her a baby one
Yeah, I brought me a Maybach, it came with two doors

Yeah, that's the Mercedes one (For sure)

I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage

While makin' my lady cum (Yeah)

I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was the BRABUS

That's why I be racin' 'em (Baddest)

Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war

Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Go get it)

Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Go get it)

Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war



I got static in my city, who fuckin' with me?

Pull up with this 30 and this chopper hold a fifty

Man, I heard that nigga Mickey, that's too risky

Man, we spray his car, spray his window, icky, icky

She keep suckin' on my dick, tryna get a hickey, hickey

Girl, I swear that pussy too wet, sticky, sticky

I kicked her right out of the front door, I'm picky, picky

Yeah, and every time she go to call my phone, I'm busy, busy (Yeah, yeah, hello, hello? Hello?)

I heard it's some niggas that's on my head (Brr)

I heard it's some niggas that want my bread

Oh my God

Y'all niggas better chill before y'all all be dead (Oh my God, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Whole lot of, whole lot of hoes, whole lot of, whole lot of meds

Yeah, whole lot of, whole lot of clothes, niggas be stealin' my swag (Hold up)

Whole lot of, whole lot of emeralds, please tuck your baguettes

Yeah, whole lot of, whole lot of red rubies on my neck

Uzi, it came with a TEC

The brick, that came with a vet

I can teach you how to flex (Yes)

The Draco, it came with a vest

The condo, it came with a pit (Yeah)

My new bitch, she came with some neck (Yeah)

Man, these boys ain't believe me

Until I pulled up and my neck was on squeegee (Woah)

Man, these boys ain't believe me

They thought I believed in the devil like ouija

Man, these boys ain't believe me

A real rockstar, Chrome Heart on my beanie (Yeah)

I swear these boys cannot see me

That's why I be livin' my life like I'm Stevie

Wake up, Versace my bitch

I got on that Tisci, I eat fettuccine



I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek

I bought her a baby one

Yeah, I brought me a Maybach, it came with two doors

Yeah, that's the Mercedes one (Let's go)

I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage

While makin' my lady cum (Stay with the baddest)

I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was the BRABUS

That's why I be racin' 'em (I bought a G-Wagen)

Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Yeah)

I ain't fuck a bitch in so long, I'd do it in a Honda Accord (No cap)

I had to count my money on the ironing board

I just took that bitch shoppin', fucked behind the stores



I had to get all my niggas off bond, I had to get 'em off holding (Yeah)

I had to take 12 right on the mile, drive it like my van was stolen (Skrrt, skrrt)

It sing like my birthday, brand new

'Cause I'm only known just to floor it (Brand new)

Yeah, I just know they be watchin' it

Yeah, I just, yeah, I just know they be watchin' it

All these hoes love me

I am such a slimy guy, nigga, do not trust me

Baby, I'ma bust you way before you bust me

You shouldn't have trusted me, girl, you got off lucky (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

If it's beef, don't partake

No, I do not eat steak (Yeah)

All I eat is fish plates

My diamonds so cold, in the freezer, my wrist be

Somewhere in the hills, prolly where my bitch stay

Switchin' my crib and you know I'm gon' switch states (Yeah)

I made a million, yeah, off a mixtape

I made a million, yeah, off a mixtape



I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek

I bought her a baby one

Yeah, I brought me a Maybach, it came with two doors

Yeah, that's the Mercedes one

I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage

While makin' my lady cum (I stay with the baddest)

I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was the BRABUS

That's why I be racin' 'em (I bought a G-Wagen)

Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Yeah)

I ain't fuck a bitch in so long, I'd do it in a Honda Accord (Woah)

I had to count my money on the ironing board (Yeah)

I just took that bitch shoppin', fucked behind the stores (Store)



Fucked behind the stores

You know that I gotta keep it real, fucked behind the stores (Sure)

You know that I gotta keep it real, fucked behind the stores

Yeah, count up a half a mil' up behind the store

Yeah, she gone off that molly like she ain't never take a pill before

You act like you tough like your homie ain't ever get killed before

What the...

Yo, what the fuck was that?