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[Intro] Ayy Royce D right here! [Chorus: Lil Mosey] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare) My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo,bo, bo) Roll up in a Beamer, then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt) I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can) Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean [Verse 1: Lil Mosey] Yeah, 30 'round my neck, my jewels water like saline And my life be movin' fast like I'm in a movie, ayy We don't fuck around, so we holding .223 And I'm on the fucking xan, I just mixed it in my drink I sip on the lean and my big homie OG, yeah I got 20 shooters, they gon' wet you like saline, yeah And I'm wit' lil' Fendi, that lil bro, he's flippin' key, and My jewels like water and I'm sippin' on codeine, yeah [Chorus: Lil Mosey & BlocBoy JB] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare) My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo,bo, bo) Roll up in a Beamer, then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt) I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can) Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean (yeah, yeah, word, word) [Verse 2: BlocBoy JB] We smoke gas like the bag, ain't no turnin' down (down) Jeans sag, purple rain, crippin' in yo town (crip) Players goin' down, ayy, where he stay? I need him now, ayy (rra) I call up them Feezies, they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word) Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got that Nigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (that's on my mama) These niggas ain't killers, they the one that's gettin' shot at (shot at) They snitchin' and I copped that, made me put some top at [Chorus: Lil Mosey] Roll up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare) My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go blare (bo, bo,bo, bo) Roll up in a Beamer, then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt) I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can) Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nig', JD, yeah Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh I blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean
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