[Verse 1: Iyeball]
Crazy ass n*gga with a broke leg, captain of the ship
One sixty, got a R on the whip
Chrome [?] balls for the flip
Watch a n*gga walk away with a limp, god damn
All the motherf*cking time I done spent
Now the money coming like ya rent
You can smell my dashboard, stash full of zips
Never consume sh*t I sell, now I'm rich
That's a lil bit of game for the re-up
Cash spending broke n*ggas
n*gga that's old sh*t
n*gga get ya own sh*t
n*gga get ya own b*tch
Damn you a b*tch n*gga
Guess you feel at home b*tch
sh*t I don't condone sh*t
My n*gga stay chromed out
With they own house
What you want n*gga
What that loan 'bout
Ho get fronted two by tens for the season
f*ck a 'tis to the season
Full clip, I need a reason b*tch
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Don't give me a reason
Don't give me a reason
These hoes wanna scout, sitting down on the couch
Watch these n*ggas run they mouth, pull up, pull out
[Verse 2: Jerreau]
Rest in OriginalFake, rest in [?]
Ya car ain't got no pull about you, save face
I pop a bottle, eat all in a n*ggas face
as*h*le, I'm sending ex's save the day
They be so ready but they mind ain't
They don't know who or what the hell they want
Be mindful who you introduce her to
She's not f*cking with you
Now got to ask us that you don't
f*ck that
I know how Brady felt in the sixth round
Game 7, I'm in Miami right now
Biscayne with Rodney James coming down
I packed for four days, it been like a month now
An open book you can't read
I'm writing my story as I go
My denim cost a Macbook
She my type I gotta stroke
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