Tearing up the place
I'm a rich nigga got Chanel on my waist
Run up on me playin' I'mma aim it at ya face
And that go for anybody, anyway, aye
I'm a rich blood by the way
And I'm having swag, Rollie old like a tape
Fish scale, yeah I got these bitches on the bait
Don't wanna talk, man I said I need some space
My new car geeked up
I just paid a cop, now I'm running out of coupes
Panoramic top, I'mma put it on the rocks
Crawl, walk and hop, got all these bitches shocked, ayee
Stone molly whiter than my socks
I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout guap
Clowning, clowning yall niggas I see you flop
I buy pints by the 2 no Pac
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