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Running outta cheese, its going up like a staircase French, bass bang make the building shake
some niggas i m with poppin them mollies i m rolling up
Porsche 911 when i m on the ground, hit the car lot dealer hand me keys
bustin semi automatic
turn a good girl to a track runner
young g getting paper like a dinner plate
Young g getting paper like a dinner plate, like i m dealin weight, uh got my city on me like i got it tatted
Porsche 911 when i m on the ground, its going up like a staircase, running outta cheese
got my whole hood with me like i came with the clan
Turn a good girl to a track runner, its going up like a staircase
I ma bring the kay kay and bombay, keep a whole lotta, my homies go get the fire and nigga watch your mouth
she wanna pull her drawers down but this time is goin up
I got my cirrelo rapped up and two rubber bands, tell me what you need
To the bay we never do it but i m thinking we can, my money come fast like andale, i ma bring the kay kay and bombay
Yeah i ve been broke, you niggas know what time is it, drinking so much liquor you ain t making no sense
Yeah i illustrate, ask around i got hell of love in the bay, got some red kicks on that came straight from japan
Like i m dealin weight, got my whole hood with me like i came with the clan
Niggas prayin we land, in the summer suzzy number one stunner, running outta cheese
got some red kicks on that came straight from japan
get money give a fuck what a hater say
Got gas like an h1 hummer, so they can t understand
you niggas know what time is it
My broads from the bay, ask around i got hell of love in the bay
You niggas know what time is it, rare bape and the real one, drinking so much liquor you ain t making no sense
My broads from the bay, and my check
And now i don t give a fuck, its going up
but i never been a hater