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This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar
 Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta
 If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera
 Check my fellas, we all flock the same
 We birds of the same feather
 We together, this forever
 Switchin' bezels every level
 Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe
 Ain't none of this shit rented
 Servin' vicious, fuck your favorite rapper, hope he get offended
 I was trippin' off that hoe before, but promise I ain't trippin'
 I was trippin' off them Ksubi jeans, but now my closet drippin' (designer)
 Got a bag and I couldn't be prouder (nah)
 Drop a song and your status went nada (nah)
 In the booth if I'm tryna get proper (yeah)
 I was a schoolboy just tryna get collard, greens
 Homie outside with Alicia, Keys
 I make money from mics, they make money from fiends (yeah)
 Root of all evil what got me 'em tickets at Regal
 So fuck what's illegal
 I'm different, I really ain't get a handout
 I know half of these rappers were gimmicks (on gang)
 I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pen
 All the moles 'bout all my songs, screamin', "Fuck your opinion"
 No need for a nigga to say that I'm winnin'
 It's fuck everybody, the way I been feelin'
 I got me a bitch and my bitch got a bitch (on God, on God)
 So they down for a threesome, nigga (on God)
 This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar
 Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta
 If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera
 Check my fellas, we all flock the same
 We birds of the same feather
 We together, this forever
 Switchin' bezels every level
 Switch a Lambo' for a Chevy, back seat heavy from that heavy
 Want a bad bitch with the fetti, when she ready, bitch, I'm ready
 Fuck the sex, I want that Becky, gimme Becky if you let me
 I whip slow, my cook game steady, turn that boy into spaghetti
 I could ask a partner in my camp to handle somethin'
 They just do it like they beefin' with the dealers, uh (yeah)
 Bitches poppin' pussy for the same skinny nigga droppin' music
 Ain't nobody have belief it (yeah)
 Took a couple Ls, I ain't tweakin' (tweakin')
 I got money to help all my reasons (yeah)
 I got shorties from all major regions
 I jumped in the water and claimin' the deep end (hold on)
 Different
 Money I'm countin' on shorties I'm poundin' on
 I know them niggas is pissed
 I'ma put a new Patek on by my bitch silicone
 Then I'ma double again
 Niggas ain't solid, I don't claim a friend
 Because when I was knockin', you ain't let me in
 Niggas lose vision all over the pussy
 Respect the whole gang 'fore a blue Benjamin
 Witness, everyone say that I'm up
 I was stuck at the bottom, you ain't give a fuck
 I don't care for a bitch, I ain't searchin' for love
 And I ain't trust a soul if he ain't from above
 I ain't surfin' the wave, I got lost, fuck a brush
 When I got in the game, I was shit out of luck
 They would look at my pain and they ain't help me up
 If you mention my name, say, "I don't give a fuck" (bitch)
 This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar
 Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta
 If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera
 Check my fellas, we all flock the same
 We birds of the same feather
 We together, this forever
 Switchin' bezels every level