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You know i ball too hard, i m that young nigga Glock, yeah my clothes from overseas but a nigga still street
I m racing to that bag, yeah my clothes from overseas but a nigga still street, gucci gucci on me
got more chains than mr
all this ice up on me so i gotta keep the heat
i m killin shit bitch
And her head fire, got em jumpin off they seat
i might pierce you with the tec
Ghost rider ghost rider, it ain t no sign up you can t hang with us Myself, gucci gucci on me
Call her godiva bad bitch, i m the mvp yeah, you play with me
i pull up burning rubber
you know i m going fast i m gone
I got more stripes than a referee, not no mgp i drink mud, and her head fire
John wall ball, goddamn i feel like flash
I m a one nighter ah yeah, all this ice up on me so i gotta keep the heat, i pull up burning rubber
sip more lean than pimp c mud
nah i don t fuck with squares but wear a lot of louis v
I m that young nigga, all this ice up on me so i gotta keep the heat
sip more lean than pimp c mud
All this ice up on me so i gotta keep the heat, nigga bet your title i m gone, i m that young nigga
sip more lean than pimp c mud
You play with me, yeah my clothes from overseas but a nigga still street
they like glock you off the leash
Sip more lean than pimp c mud, please tell me who the flyest young nigga of em all glock Key, you play with me
I m racing to that bag, they like glock you off the leash, and i sip hi-tech bitch
Ghost rider ghost rider, gucci gucci on me Glock, sip more lean than pimp c mud
Nah i don t fuck with squares but wear a lot of louis v, yeah my clothes from overseas but a nigga still street
I ball too hard bitch, got a dark chocolate bitch
You get lined up bap bap, we got big clips on us Glock, i m feelin myself
I got these double g s, nigga bet your title i m gone
It ain t no sign up you can t hang with us, i ma throw you out the game just for a fee, i asked the mirror on the wall
I feel like michael myers in her gut, i might pierce you with the tec
And i smoke so many trees my eyes looking chinese ching chong, yeah my clothes from overseas but a nigga still street
I ma throw you out the game just for a fee, stabbin in the gut
Gucci gucci on me, ghost rider ghost rider Key, i m that young nigga
I m a peter piper, you get lined up bap bap, they like your time up gimme that bitch
They like glock you off the leash, gucci gucci on me Glock, nah i don t fuck with squares but wear a lot of louis v
You can t be with gang, i m feelin myself
i feel like michael myers in her gut
Let my youngins take your watch, i m that young nigga Key, and her head fire
stabbin in the gut
I m a peter piper, all this ice up on me so i gotta keep the heat Key, let my youngins take your watch
Hit the dash i m gone, all this ice up on me so i gotta keep the heat
call her godiva bad bitch
goddamn i feel like flash
Yeah my clothes from overseas but a nigga still street, i got a short attention span but like my money tall, got more chains than mr
i m the mvp yeah
I m that young nigga, sip more lean than pimp c mud
please tell me who the flyest young nigga of em all glock
gucci gucci on me
I m killin shit bitch, i m feelin myself
Sip more lean than pimp c mud, i m racing to that bag, gucci gucci on me