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(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?) (Baby, give me some cash) (COUPE) Skii Gang, nigga, yeah Stayed down and now we goin' up, that's what they hate to see (They hate to see) I come straight off the head, this rappin' easy as my A-B-C's (My A-B-C's) I'm in the booth and I just rolled an eighth up full of J to Z’s (Phew) Man, I think I'm addicted to that money, I can't stop chasin' cheese (Chasin' cheese) Take his bitch, I kinda feel like God, I had her on her knees (Uh) My brodie outside, think he playin' COD, he keep it in his jeans (Frrt, fah) I made it out, Luh Tyler beat the odds, he livin' out his dream (My dream, nigga, yeah) On the rise, I know we on the way, I'm comin' with my team (With my team, nigga) Erase him with that lead, extended Dickson, no Ticonderoga That's a hard pill to swallow, read about the whale and Jonah Tyler got me second hand smoke, I guess that I ain't sober Something's fishy, I'ma pop the chop, that bitch from Nova Scotia Florida man, before I saw snow, I cracked an avalanche Colt .45 and two shots like the Afroman I be peepin' all the opps, pussy, check the CAT scan Fuck your body, my lil' dog'll catch a hat, man Water, my bitch bad, she drink matcha tea Ayy, ayy, I'm gettin' chicken like it's Jollibee But I don't like how people pick and choose a time to rock with me Letras de cancionesThey talked to me like a child, I got rich, now they speak properly, water Yeah, Salt Lake City, I done brought Utah the jazz (Duh, duh, duh) Double 0, I'm Jordan Clark when it's time to spaz (Double 0) You ain't even got connections in the jungle, boy, you bound to lag They say I'm Collin Sexton back in 'Bama, now they hate the jazz (Yeah) I tried to tell my last bitch I barely sleep 'cause I be up trappin' (Trapland) Third shift, wrappin' up gifts, sealin' up, packin' Yeah, stay focused, you a turtle, pickin' up trash and (You a turtle) I can remix the whole square and still have 'em matching Yeah, this some shit you never heard and never seen before (Duh, duh, duh) I feel like Leonard Marshall rockin' seventy, sendin' thirty more (Thirty) Ayy, we just flew into the 404 (Brr) Wilt Chamberlain, pull up, chains danglin', bet this shit gon' float (Yeah) Ice on me got me freezing, think I need a coat (Ice, ice) Niggas actin' different for no reason, switched out on them bros (Yeah, on the bros) My dog been gamblin' with his life like he don't got no hope (Hope) Just like the bakery, I run that bread, I get it by the loaf (I get it by the loaf) I'm out the way, I'm in Atlanta, chillin' with my twin (With my twin) Yeah, if you hit me on that other line, we could get 'em in (Get 'em in) The kid just woke up, went and blew a bag, and ran it up again (Ran it up again) He ain't even much our kind, he don't play to win (He don't play to win) It costs to be the boss, I thought outside the box to be the boss They tryna hassle jit', he kicked 'em off like David Hasselhoff I got rid of that lil' fire below so I could start to save a lot I remember skating Weston park, long live Adelkoff I don't go against the grain, I beat the grain, I'm makin' mochi Bought a chain, it's doin' figure eights, called it Zamboni If it's beef, we do carpaccio, I do not bologna Pasta in my pocket, .40 cals look like rigatoni Duh, duh, duh Water Phew, skii From Letras Mania