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EBK **** give a **** what you bang
You can die right now if you think you gon' try
Niggas claimin' they gang- gang but they ain't gang
'Cause I'm sittin' right here with Lone right now
And I'm rollin' right now
Off the drank yeah
I'm loaded right now
I pull up with like fifteen black trucks
I feel like the president
Two hundred and fifty thousand yeah
That's how my day was spent
I stuff that **** in my trousers
Yeah- yeah- yeah they Givenchy
What I spent on lean
I could've went and bought Mercedes- Benz
She said she feelin' me but
I think I wanna go and **** her friend
I'm on tour *****
But I still linked up with the X- Man
Count up money and pourin' up drank
This **** just like Ed and Eddy
Huh every day I'm fresh with the swag
I go spendin'
Huh upside- down 'cross
All baguettes go spaghetti
Huh I'm havin' new cheese
Huh Lone having fetty
Huh just like Little Caesars
Boy I know that you ready
Huh my swag 'cause a frenzy
Got these niggas jealous
And I ain't got no envy in me
That's why my pockets heavy
I want the whole load nothin' less
I want the whole bag nothin' less
I poured a whole pint ***** nothin' less
I spent a whole wad of cash nothin' less
I ain't got no envy in me *****
That's why my pockets heavy
I keep counting up the M and M's
Put Wafi on my necklace
Me and gang switch the swag up
Quick tell her Check it
I put that ***** in a Jag'
Huh she used to drive a Lexus
I got a ***** with a fat a*s huh huh
She from Texas
I got this model ho she super skinny
All she do is neck
I **** all type of h*es huh
I'm complex
Like the nigga from Fantastic Four
Make the money stretch
I got this ***** throwin' up O
She throwin' up the set
I live my life on private
That's why I'm on the jet
I pull up with like fifteen black trucks
I feel like the president
Two hundred and fifty thousand yeah
That's how my day was spent
I stuff that **** in my trousers
Yeah- yeah- yeah they Givenchy
I'm tryna switch up my location
Switch my residence
I just bust my wrist down
Then I go bust down my *****
Huh I'm gettin' rich now
I ain't got time for that ****
I keep pourin' up drank
And the way I'm gettin' sick
I'm with the X- Man *****
We like the presidents
Huh huh everything
I do presidential like the Rollie
VETEMENTS New Rock boots
I got on like Holy moly
I unfold that Kel- Tec and
Let that ***** fold it
I live in a hotel
Live my life like Zack and Cody
But all these niggas be hatin' like Mr Moseby
I told you that I ain't got no racks
I was gon' do the most
I'm way ahead of these niggas man
That **** ain't even close
I can stop the whole world
Yeah with one post
I pull up with like fifteen black trucks
I feel like the president
Two hundred and fifty thousand
That's how my day was spent
I stuff that **** in my trousers
Yeah they Givenchy
I stuff them racks in the drawers
Yeah- yeah in my britches
