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Ey Ey Ey Ey Big blue chain on my neck like a king Crown on my head and iced out rings I rap on the stage bitch I don't sing Big luvi bag we're I am strapped with my thing Talk all this shit boy you pretty broke Talk all this shit boy you finna get the smoke Talk all this shit boy amma make you choke F*ck all them drinks bitch I do coke All them fuckers better know me Don't wanna pull up and act like I am holy Strapped with a choppa so you know I ain't lonely Keep hatin' bitch amma shoot yo ass slowly I don't need a hitman yea I got a stick Glock with a beam and that 30 round clip Nines in the back when I pull up with my whip Stressed ass f*ck like I need a rip Sitting in a Royce with girls in the back Pull up to the boys and we bouta smoke crack I am done with toys were the f*ck is my Mac I hate your voice like you need a smack Big step on the red carpet On my way to make profit Money falling from my pockets Big boy bag makes you a target I don't want milkshake bitch i want that lean I want that headache bitch I want to dream I got a handshake that I do with my team I don't want a heartbreak bitch am just a teen Gun in my bag and we bouta play shooter Bust that bitch up when you riding that scooter I rap this shit now but I don't see a future Gun on my belt when I am riding the cruiser Blast through the cops, on my bike I rap on the top, I rap on the mic I don't wanna stop, am like a strike I don't wanna drop, shit I don't like I am getting tired of hearing yo shit I am the one driving and steering this whip I feel like a cop when I am clearing this bitch I told her to take of yo earrings and fit Big blue chain on my neck like a king Crown on my head and iced out rings I rap on the stage bitch I don't sing Big luvi bag we're I am strapped with my thing Talk all this shit boy you pretty broke Talk all this shit boy you finna get the smoke Talk all this shit boy amma make you choke F*ck all them drinks bitch I do coke All them fuckers better know me Don't wanna pull up and act like I am holy Strapped with a choppa so you know I ain't lonely Keep hatin bitch amma shoot yo ass slowly I don't need a hitman yea I got a stick Glock with a beam and that 30 round clip Nines in the back when I pull up with my whip Stressed ass f*ck like I need a rip Big blue chain on my neck like a king Crown on my head and iced out rings I rap on the stage bitch I don't sing Big luvi bag we're I am strapped with my thing Talk all this shit boy you pretty broke Talk all this shit boy you finna get the smoke Talk all this shit boy amma make you choke F*ck all them drinks bitch I do coke All them fuckers better know me Don't wanna pull up and act like I am holy Strapped with a choppa so you know I ain't lonely Keep hatin' bitch amma shoot yo ass slowly I don't need a hitman yea I got a stick Glock with a beam and that 30 round clip Nines in the back when I pull up with my whip Stressed ass f*ck like I need a rip