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Cone rolled tight in my left hand, With the burner for the light in the right hand Ima ride for my guys, Them my right hands Diamonds on me too bright, Got a light tan I been, On my own tide, No riding Switchin’ out the foreign ride with a white van Undercover in the night like I’m hidin’ I got a new freak for the excitement, yeah Hundred feet tall, I’m a titan Steppin’ over all the little bitty giants That fire in my eye, ignited Energy in my veins, feel the lightning Chop got a scope, Ion miss when snipin’, Beam focused like i fed it Vyvanse Heavy bullet with a can make it silent You won’t hear it when i pop, It’s frightening Smokin’ a can of this cannabis, Stink like a can of fish I’m bout to prep for a shoot, I’m not talkin’ bout no camera lens Losin’ my roof somewhere in the boot of my brand new black cherry Benz My new lil freak told me that she won’t cheat on her man, but for me, say she down to get scandalous Throwin’ it back in my lap max attack, Then she look back and ask, “Are you sure you can handle this?” Yeah, I can handle it I show her why I’m the man with it Gave her the business, Turn her to a fan with it Take off my chain, Restrainin’ her hands with it Makin’ her gush and wish I wasn’t vanishin’ Didn’t need no money, power, or status, I made her fold with my handsomeness Do it with ease when you him, Up, young, upcomin’, I’m the perfect candidate Cone rolled tight in my left hand, With the burner for the light in the right hand Ima ride for my guys, Them my right hands Diamonds on me too bright, Got a light tan I been, On my own tide, No riding Switchin’ out the foreign ride with a white van Undercover in the night like I’m hidin’ I got a new freak for the excitement, yeah Rose gold, wrist cold, brrr Bought my hoe a new coat of fur Ridin’ rolls, no chauffeur Smoke a O and hope I don’t swerve Yeah, I got a type, for sure I prefer cocoa butter girls Lips, curls, and hips, yessir Gringo make el gato go purr Matte black cat with a cat-back Hit the gas, shit blast like a big gat Any time I move, you gon see a tire track Keep it pushin’, I ain’t racin’ no scat pack See em movin’ funny, wonder where his head at I got paranoia, feel the need to look back Anywhere I go, I guarantee it’s in my lap Tote grown man guns, no Similac Turned the net into the mint, Sent my balance to the moon Put two 16’s in my trunk, now it boom I can’t stop buying cars, I’m addicted to the vroom What i’m grippin’ 30 inches This a stick not a broom Turned the net into the mint, Sent my balance to the moon Put two 16’s in my trunk, now it boom I can’t stop buying cars, I’m addicted to the vroom What i’m grippin’ 30 inches This a stick not a broom