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Wop Ear Drummers Mike WiLL Made-It Gi-gimme some space Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank I'm the type of nigga that you meet at the bank Grade A bitches treatin' me like a saint This money doin' somethin' to my brain (my brain) This money doin' somethin' to my ego (my ego) This drank got me talkin' like Z-Ro These pills got me feelin' like Neo And this freak in my ear tryna go I-I'll turn your crib to a ho house I'm a rockstar, drank 'til I pass out Drank 'til I motherfuckin' pass out Drank, drank 'til I motherfuckin' Holding on to memories Hoping they come to life 'Cause underneath the stairs is where we Poured our first perfect pints Really wanna know, I'm hoping they come to life 'Cause right there on the stairs is where We poured our first perfect pints It's Gucci! I'm in the trap saran wrappin' with the Vaseline You know clean lean jump like trampoline Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine I fell asleep and had a dream ridin' on M.L. King Two pinky rings, two pints of lean Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me They were screamin' "Free Gucci", but now that Guwop's free Blue cheese, no Ranch, hunduns on me Thirty cars deep, it's like a circus with me Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me Now I'm back on top like I'm 'posed to be But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop) Holding on to memories Hoping they come to life 'Cause underneath the stairs is where we Poured our first perfect pints Kung Fu Kenny, look look Who the fuck you talkin' to, you ain't me Salute me when I'm walkin' through, you ain't me Everything I do is with the extras Flip me couple million for investments And my hood love me unconditional Your hood love you 'cause you on the instrumental though This rap shit crazy, need the woosah They screamin' Compton, must be two sides R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I'm flexin' VIP my barrio, 200 on the guest list I don't like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western 2017 onto bigger things (bigger things) I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (Bigger ring) Everybody a Crip 'til they black and blue Everybody a Blood 'til they hemorrhaging Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it Double park on the curb, I can drive but I'm lazy Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ay Holding onto memories Tossing turning all night (Yeah yeah) Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies I be rollin' every time that I arrive
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