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Not a grave It's damn true Tolt the still when we lurking for lackers When you having your way, bitches gather Blowing racks in the mall therapeutic Whippin' Benz's no longer them Buicks He's a goofy, you finessed him so easy Told my jeweler it's hot time to freeze me Niggas don't want no smoke with the gang Broad day, where yaw hang let it bang F*ck it, guess it's my fault I got a sweet situation, they tryna throw salt Could it be cause the chain make the hoes gawk And how I barely gotta speak, just let the drip talk It's red bottoms on my feet when it's crip walk And I ain't one for back and forth, I let the stick talk The upper echelon of my class pocket's flooded with cash And every step I'm giving big splash Me and my team touch them big bags Rocking shit like we finna pose for a mag Mix the Gucci with the amiri when I'm feeling silly I'm serving opps, hot shells so they know the delay How the f*ck you want some money, you ain't getting busy That bag call, I never stall, I'm up and at it quickly I represent the gangsters of the city Fifty in the glizzy just in case they try to twist Tolt the still when we lurking for lackers When you having your way, bitches gather Blowing racks in the mall therapeutic Whippin' bands is no longer them do-it's P's are goofy, finesse them so easy Told my jeweler it's high time to freeze me Niggas don't want no smoke with the gang Broad day, well, y'all ain't let it bang F*ck it, guess it's my fault I got a sweet situation, they trying to throw salt See, I can crack a head and crack a vault If your lawyer was in you, it can't be taught Ride around with the steel case, I got a spark I can tell that you a bitch from the way you bark You can catch me with the crips, faded at the park Toe sticks with the switch, cripping out the dark Talking madness You don't wanna be the prey for the savages When the shell sits, your flesh fuckin' bandages We the vets, you ain't playing with no images Told to stay when we lurking for lacquers When you having your way, bitches gather Blowing racks in the motha' reputed Whippin' bands is no longer them do-it's P's are goofy, finesse them so easy Told my jeweler it's high time to freeze me Niggas don't want no smoke with the gang Broad day, well, y'all ain't let it bang