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Smelling like marajuana, ′to and grabba

She wanna drown in designer, Dulce Gabana

Hopped on a flight first class, fuck in Havana

Head out to Cabo

In a Murcielago

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I'm wit the vatos

Errthing cutthroat

Mi amigos, hermanos

Vyurmm

Vamanos

Might pop a perc in a peacoat

I took off from the free throw

Feel like a legend, a hero

Came from the bottom with zero

Ziltch, nothing, no deniros

We was in the trap eating cheerios

Loud pack taste like churros

I′m from the tristate, eastern burrows

We grew up west of laurelton

With Elz in a drop top V12 Turbo, shaking my skeleton

Smelling like marajuana, 'to and grabba

She wanna drown in designer, Dulce Gabana

Hopped on a flight first class, fuck in Havana

Head out to Cabo

In a Murcielago

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Check my RPMs

0 To 60 in half a second

Ion even got no fans

Yet my shows still Armageddon

Veins venom

Rage in snake skin denims

Vetements

That's the gang, the regiment

Gold on my fangs

Ice on my pendants

Tryna put me inside steel chains

Locked in a cage

I′m not a defendant

I can′t even sleep with these chest pains

Ape on my chest for the brand name

Jump off the court like a gymnaze

Cash by the zip in my better days

I hid the zip in the gas tank

Had to hold back just from violating all the capping ass

Rappers that congregate up just to hop into fashion

It's fucking fake I swear to god why can′t someone just innovate

'97 the kid till infinity

I′m on target like I'm in the trinity

Someone higher been smiting my enemies

They been lacking and popping amphetamines

Smelling like marajuana, ′to and grabba

She wanna drown in designer, Dulce Gabana

Hopped on a flight first class, fuck in Havana

Head out to Cabo

In a Murcielago

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I'm just tryna get my paper up

All these bands later can't count the paper cuts

Ducked every major bust

Jewlrey flooded and flavored up

Bitches loved and favored us

The life couldn′t make it up

I swear to God it was made for us

Maserati grille

Make the hatters grille

Carseat in the back that′s what made it real

Doubt who

Organized crime gave em clout to

Me and my niggaz hold meetings at the council

Villas by the beach that was more exclusive

These niggaz still do DR, all inclusive

We don't resort to violence

We on resorts and islands

I′ll have ya mans 86 you and extort your shining

Smelling like marajuana, 'to and grabba

She wanna drown in designer, Dulce Gabana

Hopped on a flight first class, fuck in Havana

Head out to Cabo

In a Murcielago

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