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[Chorus] You might know me from the, dirt Lil' boy that used to walk the streets Now I don't say much because talk is cheap Rifle get to stuttering, it's on repeat Fuckin' round I got a DUI, for weed Yoom - That's the sound of the plane taking off Foe 'nem can't wait to them chains taken off You can't be lunch meat We drop them 40's, like we from the country Bang, Bang [Verse: 1] Belt cost eight hundred ayy, forty under it ayy Bitches chase me down aye, trynna play it ayy You can blow my candle ayy , Imma stay lit ayy She say I trynna play her, she feel like Rey bitch ay I woke up this morning ayy, feeling really rich ayy Everything real ayy, these even the real kicks ayy Real neck, real wrists' I'm a real nigga, Imma need a real bitch ayy, OK Bitch I paid a thousand for my bedroom Been toting on a [?] Bitch I'm feeling like the human Google, I got answers Cutting all my bitches off, I'm just looking for scissors, ayy That's the sound of my bitches crying when I break up with them These niggas baloney, phoney and I can't fuck with them All these baby bottles, we're not babysitters, ayy [Chorus] You might know me from the, dirt Lil' boy that used to walk the streets Now I don't say much because talk is cheap Rifle get to stuttering, it's on repeat Fuckin' round I got a DUI, for weed Yoom - That's the sound of the plane taking off Foe 'nem can't wait to them chains taken off You can't be lunch meat We drop them 40's, like we from the country Bang, Bang [Verse: 2] Ball You know I'm in Neiman Marcus Valet got my Demon, parked it Racks hanging out my cargo's (Racks, racks) I bank with Wells Fargo (Facts) Intel like El Chapo She want to be my Griselda Blanco (Griselda) She like "you sound like a country boy" (Haha) "But you from the city boy" (Chiraq) She listen to Diddy boy (Lil thot) But her face is real pretty boy And her waist is lil' bitty boy Pull it from bag full of cash, no Tity Boi We good in every city boy Back to back, no Hemis boy You can hear them Hellcats racing throught the city boy [Chorus] You might know me from the, dirt Lil' boy that used to walk the streets Now I don't say much because talk is cheap Rifle get to stuttering, it's on repeat Fuckin' round I got a DUI, for weed Yoom - That's the sound of the plane taking off Foe 'nem can't wait to them chains taken off You can't be lunch meat We drop them 40's, like we from the country Bang, Bang
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