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Who the hell is Carlo? Uh, uh Uh, yeah Stick got a coolin' kit Had to quit shootin' shit, know I'm too legit Back and forth, forth, back, couldn't keep doin' it Clear they block, had to show my opps who was rich Too much yellin', fussin', trippin', need a newer bitch New Maybach three-fifty, I get two for six I ain't lyin' (I ain't lyin'), foreign ridin' (skrrt, skrrt) Cashed out, but I'ma do that some more times Spent a million on a crib, four times Eighteen, was in my hood, Porsche flyin' We too lit, ain't sellin' shit, endorse mine You want advice? Of course, pussy boy, grind (yeah) Ayy, loyalty is law, can't spot a bitch with no flaw Stuntin' like my niggas, feed the fam like my Pop Fly high, nigga, boy, closet like the mall Boss who? Cut it out, we the ones in charge You the type to get that shit and let your niggas starve They say "Sky the limit", in the Cullinan with stars D the 'Raq, you play, I get you whacked This shit like chess, you make a move, my boy know I'ma get you back We outside, they might think I'm blind, got that stick attached Off the bench, I'ma go for fifty, tryin' to get the max Off the hip, pop up in your city, tryin' to get them racks Off the strip, disrespect me, nigga, they gon' hit your hat We ain't even walk in the club yet, we in the back (right here) Let lil' bro 'nem whip the Urus, I jump to the 'Llac (the 'Llac) Doin' hot shit out the skat, then hopped in the track (vroom) Way, way back then, I had a fed mac' (grr) But I ain't never goin' back, 'cause I'm havin' sack (you know that) Nigga, I was havin' crack, now I'm havin' plaques Pay-outs go out every month, that's like eighty racks (phew) That ain't shit, that's how I function, I'm okay with that Dreads got a Ghost Glock, put a K with that We ain't have to buy the stock, no, it came with that (uh) Hit his top again (Bah) Flip his shit, park the drop, get in the drop again (ayy, ayy, okay)