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Backed in, Backed out, all black suit like I'm Trump, uh Pulled up, got the coupe shaking, Twenty-Two's in my trunk, uh Bags in, Jags in, Italian skin down to my socks, uh I ain't trying to be rude baby, I'm just trying to get my rocks off You gotta get dropped off Convertible coupe, we sitting in traffic, I'm taking the top off She wanna go out on a date, I think I'ma take her to top golf The Cartier sit on my face 'cause I gotta see all the opps off, uh, yeah Can you manage? I'm wit' Lil' Tab in a black truck, geeked up, bitch, I ain't got no manners Too much cannabis, I hate to take me a T-break for my stamina She not tryna give me face, I'm having trouble understanding her Gen five never jamming up All black Nike ski mask, nah, I ain't no Santa bro I told that bitch to calm down, like where yo manners huh? I see that plate, that shit get ate, I turn to cannibal Yeah, that nigga played, they know that B5 wild, he turn to animal Come on, let's do it Nigga keep on flexing black trucks on the 'gram, we gone shoot through it These niggas ain't even like that in real life, they influenced by the music These niggas keep on posting guns but best believe they ain't gone use it Lil' bro gone blast yo' ass, just let him have it if he took it Take a look inside of a book if you tryna see how we stylin Ties, on ties, on ties, on ties, my family rooted in the ground, uh Three vibes tryna come see me today so I gotta manage my time right Maison Margeila is how I'm feeling today, I'm thinking in hindsight Can't even pull up and come smoke with you today, I'm getting my mind right Brand new Cartier Skeleton fit on my wrist 'cause it's my time, right? Keep on making them disses, yo' bitch gone be wishing that she was wit' Tab and Slime Maybe you forgot to mention that niggas on Fizz be tripping, like all the time Uh, yeah, all them bags stuffed in the city All these niggas fanned out, they say they gang, ain't got no dealings We'll leave yo' lil' bro assed out, yeah best believe, get popped like wheely B5 been a raw nigga, yeah, I ain't ever rob no Jimmy Baby we just fucking, ain't got no feelings Yeah I been scheming on the low Nigga can't come on this side, know I got my block on control Say he gone kill me 'bout that money, let's see how hard that paper fold Smart kid, you ain't no bad boy, boy you got honor roll You say it's smoke, bitch, let that go Niggas be getting in they feelings 'cause all of the 5ives been hitting they ho Man, I promise if I was hitting the bitch you wouldn't even know Why you playing? Niggas know that B5 can't go like no ho Yeah my dawg had died on fourth of July, every pic I throw up the fours Gotta stay solid and focused on all of your goals 'cause these niggas try to come take If I'm being honest, I don't give a f*ck bout a ho, my mind been on counting them faces F*ck GSP, If they get behind me we gone go on that chase You say it's smoke, better back the f*ck up or lil' bro gone face you