Range Rover go crazy My hustle never sleep You niggas is lazy All that hate it never phase me bitches want to have my baby Drop the top on a Mercedes Sick when I spit I think my flow got rabies Riding with that choppa like Q up in the navy , brains on the pavement , swerving on datings I could never sell my soul no I do t worship satin , Shoe box money fucking right bitch I be saving , My mcqueens Caucasian , Steppin in them on occasions Owe me money youngins find his location , Some go wish I fail , while some go hope I make it , Mask on my face got me feeling like I’m Jason , Foreign coupe racing , ima Cajun but I’m not ragin This the cards I was dealt so I had to face it , My bitch is not basic , Came with a beam and some titties look she naked , She Reminds me of sana lathan, Try to jack my dope and run , I hopped out and I chased him , you won’t get away bitch I’m on the phone talking money while you niggas think I’m cakin
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