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Lyrics
Bought my first bag I was 16
I was in the slums with the OGs
Caught a bad bi*** she a trophy
Still trappin so a ni*** low key
I clear off the table and f*** her on it
She see my d*** now she jumpin on it
She rode it swell know she comin in it
I’ll take ya lil head and put money on it
Lost my voice af a show had to lip sing
Feeling like curry bought 3 rings
I was locked up I was planning
On starting a grow op and planting
Making sure my ni*** make canteen
Hit her so long she pulled a hamstring
Future rustic racks on the block chain
Had her screaming so loud n**** 12 came
Sold a ton of loud I ain’t break no sweat
Running up them blues let me catch my breathe
If I ever dropped it on you better bring my check
Yellow gold Cuban and it’s filled with baguettes
I be in the country on atvs
I just muddied up a brand new LouieV tee
Dior my shoes ni*** look at my feet
We ain’t let him in the circle cause the ni*** to weak
We ain’t let him hang around cause the ni*** to soft
Damn she bad and she fine and her a** so soft
41milimeter Rollie got rocks
Cleaning up a stick finna pull up on the opps
Loading up the clip finna spin a ni*** block
Fends my headband jeans and my socks
Dashing in a foreign you can smell the exhaust
Balmain denim 4 pockets got guap
Lil mama get naked when she come to my spot
In a brand new machine let me drop my top
I was piss poor dawg I was eating on slop
I be reing up with loud I ain’t buying no stocks
When you from the streets dawg you gotta be smart
Use to steal a hotbox and get paid for the parts
Now a boss ni*** moving up them charts
Shawty picture perfect her body like art
I be selling loud I ain’t talking to a narc
I ain’t talking from the neck I be talking from the heart
My weed so strong it made a white boy barf
No spider when I’m talking bout a web that’s dark
Yea everyday gotta hit the gun range
Bought my bi*** a brand new mustang
Shawty real smart give good brain
On a 3 wheeler ni*** f*** a mulsanne
But a stick every time I buy a new chain yea
Only gas a ni*** burn is high grade yea
Have a young ni*** pushing hydrangeas
Bought my first bag I was 16
I was in the slums with the OGs
Caught a bad bi*** she a trophy
Still trappin so a ni*** low key
I clear off the table and f*** her on it
She see my d*** now she jumpin on it
She rode it swell know she comin in it
I’ll take ya lil head and put money on it
Lost my voice af a show had to lip sing
Feeling like curry bought 3 rings
I was locked up I was planning
On starting a grow op and planting
Making sure my ni*** make canteen
Hit her so long she pulled a hamstring
Future rustic racks on the block chain
Had her screaming so loud n**** 12 came
