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Smelling like marajuana, ′to and grabba
She wanna drown in designer, Dulce Gabana
Hopped on a flight first class, fuck in Havana
Head out to Cabo
In a Murcielago
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I'm wit the vatos
Errthing cutthroat
Mi amigos, hermanos
Vyurmm
Vamanos
Might pop a perc in a peacoat
I took off from the free throw
Feel like a legend, a hero
Came from the bottom with zero
Ziltch, nothing, no deniros
We was in the trap eating cheerios
Loud pack taste like churros
I′m from the tristate, eastern burrows
We grew up west of laurelton
With Elz in a drop top V12 Turbo, shaking my skeleton
Smelling like marajuana, 'to and grabba
She wanna drown in designer, Dulce Gabana
Hopped on a flight first class, fuck in Havana
Head out to Cabo
In a Murcielago
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Check my RPMs
0 To 60 in half a second
Ion even got no fans
Yet my shows still Armageddon
Veins venom
Rage in snake skin denims
Vetements
That's the gang, the regiment
Gold on my fangs
Ice on my pendants
Tryna put me inside steel chains
Locked in a cage
I′m not a defendant
I can′t even sleep with these chest pains
Ape on my chest for the brand name
Jump off the court like a gymnaze
Cash by the zip in my better days
I hid the zip in the gas tank
Had to hold back just from violating all the capping ass
Rappers that congregate up just to hop into fashion
It's fucking fake I swear to god why can′t someone just innovate
'97 the kid till infinity
I′m on target like I'm in the trinity
Someone higher been smiting my enemies
They been lacking and popping amphetamines
Smelling like marajuana, ′to and grabba
She wanna drown in designer, Dulce Gabana
Hopped on a flight first class, fuck in Havana
Head out to Cabo
In a Murcielago
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I'm just tryna get my paper up
All these bands later can't count the paper cuts
Ducked every major bust
Jewlrey flooded and flavored up
Bitches loved and favored us
The life couldn′t make it up
I swear to God it was made for us
Maserati grille
Make the hatters grille
Carseat in the back that′s what made it real
Doubt who
Organized crime gave em clout to
Me and my niggaz hold meetings at the council
Villas by the beach that was more exclusive
These niggaz still do DR, all inclusive
We don't resort to violence
We on resorts and islands
I′ll have ya mans 86 you and extort your shining
Smelling like marajuana, 'to and grabba
She wanna drown in designer, Dulce Gabana
Hopped on a flight first class, fuck in Havana
Head out to Cabo
In a Murcielago
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