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Yeah Yeah Okay Okay Okay Okay Yeah Jack attack I don't really care 'bout anything y'all got to say 'cause I been goin' up They like, "Look at this kid, he is so sick, just look how they throwin' up" Know it's us, yeah lil bitch you know it's us, aye Roll with us, baby, you should roll with us, aye One bag, two bag, three bag, four I might go and cop a Rolls Then might go and cop the store I'm living carefree, I know One bag, two bag, three bag, four Might go and cop a Rolls Might go and cop the store Living carefree, I know When I step in Yk who it is, no Osiris, uh, yeah, what Pull up with a fine bitch, aye, yeah, what You know she the finest, wearin' designer, but I don't know who designed it I don't even know where you find it I'm getting paid, fine bitches I'm getting laid Made like a hunnid today, what can I say Ándale, I got racks on the way Got some things to contemplate 'Bouta blow up like bombs away Can't deal with your bullshit, not today Got me dead bro, I copped a wraith Just us, hotel We kiss, no tell Then we say farewell I'm so sick, they like get well I got big racks Bad bitch, I hit that, uh Ate her like Big Mac You and me, big gap Aye aye One bag, two bag, three bag, four I might go and cop a Rolls Then might go and cop the store I'm living carefree, I know One bag, two bag, three bag, four Might go and cop a Rolls Might go and cop the store Living carefree, I know Living carefree, I know Living carefree, I know