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EarlOnTheBeat Vibes 2 Draco Vibes 2, uh Uh [Chorus] Me and my hood, we connected like cable box Hit his block, now he red like ketchup and tater tots On the way to the top of the charts, gotta make a plot n*gga, I'm in the streets and I rap so I make a lot I got EarlOnTheBeat in this b*tch and it's bumpin' Hit that big ARP at his chest, now he krumpin' I'm turnt up with this sh*t so them bags keep comin' MoneyMarr from the trap, I turned nothin' to somethin' Talkin' that sh*t, get smacked down b*tches on di*k 'cause a young n*gga rap now Christian Dior bust down with the racks out And I flew to LA just to send me some packs out I'm the hottest of youngins that come from my city These b*tches they tricky, josing, iffy When I post on that lot, b*tch, I post with the fifty I'm a hardbody n*gga, I feel like I'm 50 [Verse] Let me tell you 'bout a young rich n*gga Came from the block so he stay strapped with that fire Call that lil' n*gga MoneyMarr, he chasin' checks So you know he ain't wasting his time Let an ppp play his part, two sticks in my dip Bah, bah, shots right at his spine n*ggas pocket on skinny, my pockets on Bentley Could sit here and brag about mine Beat an opp n*gga up, I got blood on my Christians See this bankroll, that's when that b*tch gon' get with me These n*ggas can't go to the jail, n*ggas be tippin' See an opp in the car at a light, gotta flip it Fly to Vegas with four b*tches, feelin' like Stunna I got drip, f*ck a stylist, I'm feelin' like Gunna Like Nick Cannon, we wildin out, choppers got drummers We gon' spin in an Equinox, f*ck is a Hummer? And we already up, we got rich through the summer I can shoot with this TEC but I don't got no jumper Six shots, red dots, put him six feet under We got work in the trap and it's pressure like pumpers I got so many racks, I'm just playin with numbers Why the opps on my di*k and they broke? Yeah, I wonder In the stu' smokin' Runtz and it's strikin' like thunder And it's for pockets full, b*tch, we knowin' that hunger [Chorus] Me and my hood, we connected like cable box Hit his block, now he red like ketchup and tater tots On the way to the top of the charts, gotta make a plot n*gga, I'm in the streets and I rap so I make a lot I got EarlOnTheBeat in this b*tch and it's bumpin' Hit that big ARP at his chest, now he krumpin' I'm turnt up with this sh*t so them bags keep comin' MoneyMarr from the trap, I turned nothin' to somethin' Talkin' that sh*t, get smacked down b*tches on di*k 'cause a young n*gga rap now Christian Dior bust down with the racks out And I flew to LA just to send me some packs out I'm the hottest of youngins that come from my city These b*tches they tricky, josing, iffy When I post on that lot, b*tch, I post with the fifty I'm a hardbody n*gga, I feel like I'm 50 (Damn)
