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Damn, Donny made this

Got the ball ain't finna pass I'm finna score the shit, uh

Bitch I'm getting money I think I need more of the shit, huh

This a SRT that's why I be flooring the bitch, huh

I'm too fly man I think that shit like Delorean or shit, huh

Heard you wanna run up lil' bro

Okay, what's yo tactic

Bitch I got that big body AR with all them damn attachments

They really Plankton the sauce, finna go get that shit patent

I used to be at the bottom now I'm balling like I play at the palace

Looking around I say we the best because it's the truth

I'm feeling like Khaled

If we had some beef in the past

Don't think that we past it, uh

They talking shit I really can't stand the shit

Small ass whip, I can't even stand in it

Who finna get popped, you the number one candidate

Bro got lit, yeah, his lil' candle lit

Yo weak ass songs music I ain't a fan of it

Hop in the SRT then I crash the bitch

Lifestyle crazy this shit not average

I'm probably riding 'round town with a bad bitch

Bitch I don't give no fucks, I live savage

You used to be lit in the past, now you past it

Now I passed you and I'm living lavish

I don't know about you but I'ma go where the cash is

SRT Jeep I always hit the dash bitch

Glock on my side, I ain't scared to grab it

Forty gon' hit, it sound like it's clapping

His bro get dropped and he wonder what happened

I made a way, made some bands off of rapping

Fuck what you say bitch you always be capping

Yo new whip ain't as fast as my Brabus

If I see cash then I'm finna grab it

Fuck yo tactic, fuck yo status, bitch we too up, yeah

Don't try to come around lil' bitch you ain't never knew us

Used to whip that SRT to class, you took the school bus

Got the bag, finna go hit Somerset, get new stuff

Different drip, different flex, yo ass never seen shit

Bitch I spent yo fucking rent, up on my jeans bitch

I'ma do everything that gon' get me rich

You ain't finna shoot shit lil' bro man you don't need sticks

Yo bitch at my show trying to show the kid some cleavage

You lucky I don't want that ugly hoe told her ass beat it, yeah

Told 'em that I'm finna blow up

Said, yeah, believe it

Yeah, anything that I see bitch it's mine, finna seize it, yeah

Money bitch I need it, uh

Bag I'm finna chase it, yeah

Thought you got away I'm behind yo ass just like I'm Jason, yeah

I don't fuck with these dirty ass hoes

These hoes too basic, uh

Lenciaga on my feet, bitch, I don't rock no Asics