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Ice cold infant freezing up Spin the block finna speed it up Bunch of baddies that been teasing us Like a big crowd I need three and up PGA finna tee it up kid finessing in the ksubies Key pusher no desktop got these red rocks and they rubies Infant never no short stack got more packs for that big bank Big tank and that track running big bass jump in that fish tank Youngin go and get your money up never give a f*ck what that bitch think That litre sip in that Minute Maid finna shake it up till that shit sank Money hungry had to go and get it Slow and steady cause the dough heavy In the paint and that bro ready Keep it coming boy I need more Reggie Thick red no blood clot bitch blowing on me no buckshot Big tipping no mugshots big sipping shit my eyes bloodshot like yeah We faded Whip the beam when I'm racing Slid the street when it's raining Drop that Krispy Kreme on that pavement Need like 50 G's on that payment Listerine on my bracelet Shit went Mr T on my chain yeah Shit went Mr T on my chain yeah uh They want the pebbles bitch I want the rocks Might get too heavy that shit finna drop Ice out the bezel two-tone on the watch Slice out the pepperoni in the box I got that cheddar on me never stops Rise up your bevvy we taking a shot High like a jet that boy be taking off Climb up a level that kid at the top Break her back like a Kit Kat Boy I'm on one you ain't hit that Count big stacks and I flip that Can't keep up this a mismatch White boy bring the bills in got the grills in no Riff Raff That white beemer like ice cream them side streets imma skid that (ha) 42 Rugrat Infvnt snot nose Money cash
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