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Dhubli

Flooded out the wrist

Bitch I pulled up through the beat on, Ima talk my shit

Nice car ima jacket like the thing I wear on top my fit

I got real money, homie all yo shit is counterfeit its crazy

Brodie wants me on the track

He dont know it cost 200 fucking bands, and 50 more

That shit he gotta pay me

U can hate Im gone be back

But Im going be laughing to the bank in my new shoes and pull up in a new mercedes

You dont get it

I can see my money growing while you get indebted

If I saw what you was seeing homie I too would be fretting

Live a day up in my shoes you cant go back bro you dont get it

Oh my god

Everywhere I go its getting crazy

Vision getting hazy

People getting mad Im who they not

Mfs way to fuckin lazy

Gotta stop comparin me

Worked for this know that I earned my spot

Im over here cuz I earned it

Money, I burned it

Fried made them tater the tot

Im the stu yeah im churning

School yeah im learning

Kids stay away from that pot

Everyone postin bout trips and stay flexin bout shit

Tryna be like they people they not

Im not gon send you the addy,

Cuz you not invited

and you is gone fuck up the spot

Dhubli

Flooded out the wrist

Bitch I pulled up through the beat on, Ima talk my shit

Nice car ima jacket like the thing I wear on top my fit

I got real money, homie all yo shit is counterfeit its crazy

Brodie wants me on the track

He dont know it cost 200 fucking bands, and 50 more

That shit he gotta pay me

U can hate Im gone be back

But Im going be laughing to the bank in my new shoes and pull up in a new mercedes

In the rarri

Bought it all in cash

Nothing over 50 on the dash

I got way to much to lose to be a dumbass and go crash

All it takes is 30 seconds and from first you go to last man

Two things I aint gone run out of

My flows and all my cash

Two things Ima never miss

Is all my ex's and my class

If im running late then you know ima always do the dash

But if I aint like the date then I aint paying for yo fat ass

Oh my god hes cooking

Your girly always lookin

Everything I wanted yeah I took it

I created it like tyler and your earth you know I shook it

If I shake yo hand Im not gone take a pic lil bro dont push it

I pushed my limit

Im up

Glass was half empty but now its filled up

I say its skill but my bro say its luck

I took my chance and like lightning it struck bitch

damn

Dhubli

Flooded out the wrist

Bitch I pulled up through the beat on, Ima talk my shit

Nice car ima jacket like the thing I wear on top my fit

I got real money, homie all yo shit is counterfeit its crazy

Brodie wants me on the track

He dont know it cost 200 fucking bands, and 50 more

That shit he gotta pay me

U can hate Im gone be back

But Im going be laughing to the bank in my new shoes and pull up in a new mercedes