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Turn me up (haha, PBell) Ooh Yeah, yeah (Dxnte, you snapped on this one) Yeah, huh Brand-new Rover look like peach, I make them hoes wipe my seat Ice my Rollie just like Meek, new Forgi fours on all my feet I do drugs 'cause I be geeked, my OT run was just like Meech Got Cali bud, this shit ain't cheap, I get shit done just off one tweet I can pop my shit for real 'cause it's real life, it ain't no act If that Rollie ain't at least three hundred, that shit light, them ain't no racks She not my type, but still'll f*ck a bitch on sight 'cause I like rats Fill my closet up, mix match, that's on my life, it look like Saks I like hoes that's gon' be hoes, but I hate hoes that play they role I smoke 'bows and I like clothes, that dog too strong, it stank my nose You ain't coppin' least two O's, don't hit my phone, bro, what you on? F*ck this rap 'cause this shit bold how niggas told and sell out shows I been poppin' since like ten, bitch, I can pop it 'cause I'm him Off the lot with Maybach, Benz, flooded rocks, bitch, I might swim What type of games these niggas be playin', dog? Shot and still ain't spin Bentley drop, it cost two men, flood the watch with all blue gems Bitch, I'm talkin' Flintstones Been gettin' fent' gone, yeah, since the flip phone Half a million standin' from my foot up to my hip bone New compressor, step on it so hard, I put a six on Fluffy bag, filled up with all coins, it got wicks on Rich nigga, that's ten thousand gone when I put 'fits on Fly the bitch from Cali, get the load before I get home Pour up yellow 'Tussin, shit so old, look like it's hit on