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[Intro]
(SKOT)
Yeah, check it

[Verse 1]
Always the one, I never been the two, or three, or four wit' it (Nah)
Like where I'm at, these b*tches say they want some more of it, like f*ck
Call up my bro, we put you in the floor and sh*t (Yeah)
Hop in that whip, the truck pull up, you bet we floorin' it, wassup?
Hide that chain if you don't want that sh*t took (Yeah)
I run 'round with that motherf*ckin' bluh, bluh (Huh)
Heavy ass guns, yuh, illegal weaponry
I'm high as f*ck, yeah, I'm somewhere in the heavens, B
You dumb as f*ck if you think that you ahead of me
Could write a book 'bout the motherf*ckin' sh*t I seen
Bad-ass b*tches, you know thеy hangin' with the team
And we gеt mad riches, the sh*t that you could only dream about (Man)
Remember back when motherf*ckers used to doubt us?
Now we the only thing they ever talkin' 'bout, yuh (Yuh)

[Interlude]
And that sh*t was just f*ckin' me punchin' in, b*tch
Like, I don't
I do this sh*t for f*ckin' sport, you feel me? Ha

[Verse 2]
Lyin' on my neck, yeah, they love to do it (Yeah)
They b*tches ride my di*k, yeah, it stay congruent
Runnin' to that money, yeah, I love to do it
They hate, and hate, and hate, and, yeah, they love to do it
Huh, huh
Had to let it go, huh
Bustin' out the window, bustin' hella poles
Life been like a motion picture, f*ckin' let it roll (Yeah)
We been in that Rolls Royce f*ckin' pushin', yo (Blah)
f*ckin' pushin', yo (Blah)
f*ck, we do it, yo (Yah)
f*ck what they say 'cause I motherf*ckin' do it, ho (Yeah)
Life been beautiful, I'm pushin' with some through the snow (Oh, yeah)
With yo' b*tch, you know she come through and she drop it low (Get down)
Uh, uh, yeah (Uh-uh, yeah)
With yo' b*tch, you know she come through and she drop it low (Uh, yeah)
Uh, uh, yeah (Uh-uh, huh)
All that, "Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh" (Yeah, ha!)
[Interlude]
(f*ck, man) Hahaha
Yo (I don't even know what to say, man)
I can't, I can't put another verse down, though
This be f*ckin' retarded, man, but
f*ck it
Yeah

[Verse 3]
Swing, swing, swing, yeah, we swingin', homie
Big chains, big pocket change, change, lil' homie
I don't know a single rapper that can hang wit' homie
Every time I pull up, yeah, they ain't got sh*t on me (Ha)
Ah, sh*t on me
Yeah, got sh*t on me
Bad b*tch inside the crib, she cookin' rigatoni for me
I know you ain't whole pain, but that's that fade away, homie
Lotta rapper tryna clown me, but they can't, that sh*t phony as hell
What you cappin' 'bout? My life been actually funny as hell
Over here I'm smokin' big 'za, but nothin' for sale
I rise up in the dark at night, huh, no Christian Bale
I know you feel it when I say it like you tryna read braille
I set my homies up for life, yeah, we all gon' prevail (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch (Type sh*t)
I get big paper, yeah, your pockets? They frail, b*tch
[Outro]
C'mon, man, like, I'm gettin' p*ssed the f*ck off
Stop f*ckin' playin' with me, bro, like, damn
Damn