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Yeah
Wheezy outta here
Gee Gee
Back home smokin' legal
I got more slaps than the beatles beatles
Foreign shit runnin' on diesel dawg
Playing' with my name that shit is lethal
Dawg who you say you was
Don corleone
Trust me at the top it isn't lonely strapped
Everybody actin' like they know me dawg
Don't just say you're down you gotta show me
What you gotta do
Bring the clip back empty it's empty
You asked to see the boss
So they sent me dawg sent me dawg
I just broke her off with a 10- piece
Dawg 10- piece dawg
That ain't nothing' I'm just being' friendly dawg
It's just a lil' 10- piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall
Doesn't mean that we're involved
I just what I just uh put a richard on the card
I ain't grow up playing' ball
But I'll show you how the f**k you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night but did it broad day
Yeah lot of murakami in the hallway what
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's place
Girl I left your love at magic now it's all shade
Still goin' bad on you anyway
Woah woah ooh woah
Woah woah ah
I could fit like 80 racks in my amiris 80 racks
Me and drizzy back-to- back
It's getting' scary back-to- back
If you f**kin' with my odds
It's don't come near me get outta my way
Put some bands all on your head
Like jason terry brrt brrt ooh
Richard mille cost a lambo that's a lambo
Known to keep
The baddest bitches on commando salute
Every time I'm in my trap
I move like rambo extended
Ain't a neighborhood in philly
That I can't go that's a fendi
For real
She said oh you rich rich you rich rich
Bitch I graduated call me big fish ballin'
I got laurie harrier on my wish list
That's laurie
That's the only thing I want for christmas
True story uh
I've been had my way out here
Yeah know that's facts facts
You ain't living' that shit you sell
Yeah we know that's cap that's cap
You ain't got to ask me when you see me
Know I'm strapped brrt
Dc ovo we back again we goin' plat' ooh ooh
It's just a lil' 10- piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall
Doesn't mean that we're involved
I just what I just uh
Put a richard on the card
I ain't grow up playing' ball
But I'll show you how the f**k you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night but did it broad day
Wheezy outta here