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Riding in a Mustang, but I don't give a f*ck Got a 9mm in that Glock that just don't bust And a couple choppers, if you go that pop shit then get rushed I was only 17, with these joints I had to bust I got guns, I got straps, I got racks, I got money Bitch all on my dick, yeah, bitch tryna f*ck me These hoes wanna cuff me, yeah, they know that I'm a hustler I never snitch up in the hood cause I'm a youngster Like a real homie, yeah, I keep it hunnid Carti on my wrist, yeah, my Rolex super flooded Why you fucking with the plug? All these killers cold blooded Knocking down the three, keep percentage 100 I'm just living life, yeah, bitch I'm living lavish My bitch so fine, yeah, bitch she is the baddest I say I'm on my way, yeah, she ask me for my status Smoking all this wood, yeah, I'm smoking all them ashes Easy on this beat Diamonds they shining in the middle of my wrist Pull up in the Lambo and I pull up in a Benz I got all these racks and I'm banging all these tens Got me with the real dogs and counting all these ends I am with my side piece, yeah, she is super average Rocking with my pistol, that shit is doing damage I am with my bad bitch, yeah, she is super Spanish Fucking on her body, then I tell her to go vanish Pull up to your crib, pop a shot just like a drive-by Knock them in the head, then bullets connected like Wi-Fi I'ma pop a bullet, pistol clapping like a hi-fi Fucking on my body and she know that I'm a fly guy Yeah, I really did it, we don't do this all the time Always missing her, yeah, she always on my fucking mind Easy on this beat, it is normal just like all the time Album finna pop, let you know I'm always on my grind