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[Intro] Ayy Out West shit, nigga Bitch, bitch [Chorus] It's chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo You broke, we got nothin' in common, I'm not respondin' Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that's why I'm shinin' Investigators lookin' for me, they'll never find me It's chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo You broke, we got nothin' in common, I'm not respondin' Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that's why I'm shinin' Investigators lookin' for me, they'll never find me [Verse 1] Smokin' on a blunt the same size as my son Flip flop paint, watch it change in the sun Pyrex pot left a first degree burn Forgiatos big so they rub when I turn Paid a pretty penny for my necklace and my charm Pounds comin' in, bitch, we growin' it on a farm This shit that I'm sellin' is life threatenin' Junkies eat the dope for breakfast like jam and jelly Hit the gas, puttin' the hurt in on these Pirellis Servin' junkies powdered dope gave me a chubby belly I sprained my wrist in the pot, water whip like I'm a chemist No, you ain't no motherfuckin' trapper, don't portray the image 'Cause we know that you're not Four stoves cookin', bitch, don't touch it while it's hot I got buckshots in the shotty, I'm goin' Scottie Set up shop on the opps while they in the party Wait outside in a hot car with full throtty' Sell your ass a brick of quicksand, aha, I got him Tats on my face to let you know I'm gang gang XD 40 with the infrared beam Fishbowl in the McLaren and I'm sittin' on them things This watch that I'm wearin' cost a hundred but it's plain [Chorus] It's chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo You broke, we got nothin' in common, I'm not respondin' Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that's why I'm shinin' Investigators lookin' for me, they'll never find me It's chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo You broke, we got nothin' in common, I'm not respondin' Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that's why I'm shinin' Investigators lookin' for me, they'll never find me [Verse 2] Try to rob me, tough luck, you must be a dumb fuck Engine in the trunk trunk, luggage in the front front Bitch so thick, see the ass from the front front Send your homie off and get his head Willie Lump Lump I like my bitches ratchet, they freaky and they nasty I might rob you for all that shit, you think you finna tax me Club goin' up up, comin' through the side door Shoot your block up up, pull up then I slide, though Dope fiends everywhere, even in the bathroom I bankroll on my teacher then he'll put me out the classroom VVS's on my neck and wrist, this jewelry custom Ridin' with some shit up in the whip that make your block boom [Chorus] It's chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo You broke, we got nothin' in common, I'm not respondin' Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that's why I'm shinin' Investigators lookin' for me, they'll never find me It's chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo You broke, we got nothin' in common, I'm not respondin' Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that's why I'm shinin' Investigators lookin' for me, they'll never find me
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