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Man you boys can't even sit with us, stupid?
 You dumb ass niggas
 You really thought
 You really thought you could sit with us, stupid?
 Nigga, look at my shoes
 These is Louboutin's, nigga
 Young rich squad, man you boys can't even sit with us
 Said he fly as me, boy you must be smoking angel dust
 New block blower, pull up on you phonem paint you up
 I get legal money, I don't fuck with all that shady stuff
 Hit 80 bands off the rap like last week
 Pullin' out the burner now he runnin' like an athlete
 I don't wanna squabble get the burner on your ass cheeks
 Stupid ass nigga thought he finna get a pass B
 Never let a nigga act rowdy, that's a bitch move
 Niggas really stalking on my gram like my bitch do
 I won't never sell another gram, I make rich moves
 If I go broke I'ma get it out my bitch shoes
 Walk to imperial and back lil' baby
 You ain't even wild bro, stop acting crazy
 Fuck your pussy, give me dome first
 Brodie at your crib with that led call, that home work
 Find out when you sleep then we run up with that chrome burst
 16 bars in this chop like a long verse
 Been on the block finna ball like it's cancer
 Said that I'm broke, shake my head, get your bands up
 She wanna fuck lol, that's my answer
 If bro hit the lick then we both got that hammer
 Young rich squad man, you boys can't even sit with us
 Said he fly as me, boy you must be smoking angel dust
 New block blower, pull up on you phonem paint you up
 I get legal money, I don't fuck with all that shady stuff
 Hit 80 bands off the rap like last week
 Pullin' out the burner, now he runnin' like an athlete
 I don't wanna squabble, get the burner on your ass cheeks
 Stupid ass nigga, thought he finna get a pass B
 Never let a nigga act rowdy, that's a bitch move
 Niggas really stalking on my gram like my bitch do
 I won't never sell another gram I make rich moves
 If I go broke I'ma get it out my bitch shoes (what?)
 Walk to imperial and back lil' baby
 You ain't even wild bro, stop acting crazy
 I remember I was broke, I ain't have none
 Now my fit is all designer in this Aston
 Martin in this bitch, kick her out like she Pam son
 All these niggas want my sauce, nigga y'all like plankton
 Broke? Where bitch? This ice on my neck
 He ain't got no bullets in that gun, why he flex?
 Feel like I'm Nike 'cause I got these checks
 She give head with no hands, bitch look like a T-rex
 (Yo-yo, gone)
 Young rich squad, man you boys can't even sit with us
 Said he fly as me, boy you must be smoking angel dust
 New block blower, pull up on you phonem paint you up
 I get legal money, I don't fuck with all that shady stuff
 Hit 80 bands off the rap like last week
 Pull up out the burner, now he runnin' like an athlete
 I don't wanna squabble get the burner on your ass cheeks
 Stupid ass nigga thought he finna get a pass B
 Dummy
 You a stupid ass nigga I don't wanna hear it
 Over
 Over, over
 Over, over, over