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(Reece, take 'em to church) Dinner at the Orafo, she love the way my diamonds glow I used to sack up nicks, sell them bitches at the corner store Lil' mama is a stallion, she belong in the rodeo I'm burnin' on the strain, this shit right here'll make you comatose Don't give a fuck about no politics, I ain't gon' never vote You know I pull up poppin' shit in foreigns like I'm Fivio I'm fuckin' on this bitch for sixty minutes, that shit cardio You know I got them hitmen in the Circle like Sicario Tequila, I just like it neat, I don't need a chaser I'ma let the bitch choose, ain't no need for me to chase her Quit that sour shit out, dawg, you a bonafide hater All these bags I got for sale, I get hellafide paper Got my wrist on Kamala, this shit cuddle by the presi' In Miami rockin' Casablanca with them racks heavy You wanna be a boss? I can make you one, I'll get you ready Up in Onyx rockin' Voss, I made it rain like confetti Told the waitress, "Hurry up, go on and bring another round" Told my grower, "Hurry up, bring a nigga a hundred pound" Got my gunner shoppin' with me, nigga, we gon' drip or drown I don't need a bitch, I just need some shrooms and some loud Loadin' up the rental 'cause we finna head out of town Shit was detrimental, had to get this shit up off the ground I'm too influential, baby, I be puttin' niggas down Letras de cancionesI'ma blow the whistle, if these niggas gettin' out of bounds I'm high as fuck on the plane wearin' a presi' Don't be mad 'cause I fucked your bitch, boy, she let me Just lost some hundred thousand dollar watch, it ain't sweatin' me Woke up and pulled straight to Wafi like, "Patek me" Half a million on the kit, the .308 protect me Had to tell 'em country boys, "It's gon' get deadly" They thought we was slidin' in the Scat, we in the '02 Chevy Thousand grams on the Cuban, this shit heavy I wasn't lookin' for the lean man, he just met me I got a bulletproof my cars, they might stretch me Lil' bro and them nailed somethin' to the cross for nickels Drinkin' reckless, I just eyeballed an eight, and I ain't measure Bitch, I made my own million dollars, wasn't inherited I told Money Man, "Put me on the scam and shit" Five years ago was ridin' 'round sellin' grams and shit Now we ridin' 'round patters in a hundred grand or whip 7.62s, can you handle it? The pussy had a leg shot and died from panickin' It look like you just went in Louis and bought the mannequin And I just got a free brick from my Spanish bitch Bitch say her daddy in the cartel Four niggas on the hit, the whole car tailed Put so many hoes in that bitch, bro, the car fell I just drank a little deuce of Triss and took a bar pill Told the waitress, "Hurry up, go on and bring another round" Told my grower, "Hurry up, bring a nigga hundred pound" Got my gunner shoppin' with me, nigga, we gon' drip or drown I don't need a bitch, I just need some shrooms and some loud Loadin' up the rental 'cause we finna head out of town Shit was detrimental, had to get this shit up off the ground I'm too influential, baby, I be puttin' niggas down I'ma blow the whistle, if these niggas gettin' out of bounds From Letras Mania