| Spent 30 racks on diamonds, stupid ass bitch, I ain’t boxin'
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| And I ain’t sippin' no Watsons, over East, bitch live on Dobson
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| And I ain’t takin' her hostage, this a racecar, ain’t no options
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| I’m like, «What happened?» |
| On the block, but I ain’t hoppin'
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| Don’t know what happened, New York bitch asked me, «What's poppin'?»
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| Don’t move, I keep doin' so great, I stuff the racks in my pockets
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| OG gas stronger than scotch, no, I’m not talkin' 'bout tape
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| No, I’m not buyin' no BAPE
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| No, I’m not stayin' on no lake, on the block, but I ain’t hoppin'
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| Went to eat, but I didn’t wait
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| My bitch thick and it ain’t fake, everything else losin' weight
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (And I ain’t takin' her hostage, this a racecar, ain’t no options)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (I'm like, «What happened?» On the block, but I ain’t hoppin')
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (Don't know what happened, over East, bitch live on Dobson)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (And I ain’t takin' her hostage, this a racecar, ain’t no options)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (I'm like, «What happened?» On the block, but I ain’t hoppin')
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (Don't know what happened, New York bitch asked me, «What's poppin'?») |