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[Intro] Yeah, God Y'all know what the fuck goin' on man Y'all know who the fuck the originator is man The motivator, you understand me If you playing with that knife, then young nigga you gon' get cut Yeah I'm pouring up that drank, hoping a nigga don't get stuck Now I'm pullin' up on this bitch 'cause these hoes be tryna get fucked (Bitch done get took down, you know what I'm sayin', phew, let's go) [Chorus] Sixty thousand dollar alpaca, gotta block this shit I stayed down all these years, now these niggas tryna mock this shit Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz Oh, trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz, oh Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' that motherfuckin' Benz bitch Percocet, molly, gas, and I wanna fuck you and your friend right quick I can see niggas they really don't want us to win I can see niggas they really don't want us to win, no [Verse 1] I can see they don't want us to win But I'm back in the money again Bathtub eight rows again And they bad, this ain't nothin' but a ten And I used to meet 'em on that block I was trappin' in my Cartier lens Now I dress up in suit boy stocks And I need in on the next Benz I be rockin' somethin' sixty-six bands, on my motherfuckin' hands After this flip I'ma cross the land, I'm not playin' around with a bitch, hold up Morning time or the night time, even the afternoons ridin' with sticks, hold up My partner talkin' real smooth to him, tell the truth he a lick Set a rat trap for a snitch Probably go Gucci Louis with the sticks We gon' see who really ride with this shit We still gotta go and slide 'bout some shit I'm mafia, I'm so inside of this shit A nigga done did some time for this shit My niggas done lived and died 'bout this shit I swear to God, been inside of this shit, I'm rockin' [Chorus] Sixty thousand dollar alpaca, gotta block this shit I stayed down all these years, now these niggas tryna mock this shit Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz Oh, trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz, oh Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' that motherfuckin' Benz bitch Percocet, molly, gas, and I wanna fuck you and your friend right quick I can see niggas they really don't want us to win I can see niggas they really don't want us to win, no [Verse 2] I ran up that cake on a son of a bitch I bought me a Wraith for that son of a bitch I done bought a new drake with that son of a bitch (draco) And I put me some tape on that son of a bitch I done got me a scope on that son of a bitch Sellin' nothin' but dope in this son of a bitch Got VS on my rope and it's son of a bitch This gelato gon' choke a lil bitch I want the head, I want both of them bitches I want to put on a show for the bitches I try for the money, I throw for them digits I ain't never tried flex on my bros for them bitches Hit a three six and the blunt smokin' on bitches Got all new money and loads of ambition I be tryna chop it up with you, just listen Yo, you can go get the lil money for the mission Dawg it's a real bankroll, just pay attention Thought we was gon' go 'head, twist up the extension Yo I be ridin' V12, big big engine At the spot smokin' cookie, burnin' incense Look, and I got a food stamp gang I done went to do double up the Rolls Royce, no, not the Range Me and your money, know that shit not the same [Chorus] Sixty thousand dollar alpaca, gotta block this shit I stayed down all these years, now these niggas tryna mock this shit Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz Oh, trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz, oh Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' that motherfuckin' Benz bitch Percocet, molly, gas, and I wanna fuck you and your friend right quick I can see niggas they really don't want us to win I can see niggas they really don't want us to win, no
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