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[Chorus] Ballin' on these niggas, never come in second That lil' bitch a peasant, wrappin a cig and it feel like a present I know I'm a legend, wit' these bands I'm flexin' Niggas know I'm flexin' Walk in the bank and I leave they ass guessin' This money shit is a blessin', smokin' dope, never stressin' Fuck twelve, never learned my lesson I feel the lean, feel like heaven Choppa with me I don't need a machete Flexin' on niggas since Ed, Edd n Eddy Thirty bands, thirty pound, that's heavy Walk in the trap and you know I'm smelly [Verse] Racks in my Louis pants, watch me do my Gucci dance Sippin' lean I'm a business man, ridin' round flexin' with them bands I be doin' what a nigga please, you be doin' what a nigga can Ridin' round, feelin' arrogant, shippin' packs like the mail man Gas under my hood, man, ridin' round feelin' good, man You wish you could, man, kush bag in my wood man Try to finesse me, I wish you would, man Know we got good gas and we got good xans I had to come up, off of the come up Purple lean in my double cup, off the dope, got me real up Like tape, I'm real stuck, see twelve I buckle up 'Cause you know I got gas on me, I ain't gettin' locked up Fuck twelve, I call the cell Can't take no L, my diamonds take sail And free my niggas, they ain't got no bail I know that they stuck in the cell Just got my rafs and I got them off Grailed Just got a pack, put that shit in the mail Walk in the court and I bet I won't tell Gun on my hip and I know you can tell Glock 12, But its fuck twelve If I walk in your house then I'm shelled Foreign whip, I be goin' fast, on the road I be leaving a trail Bitch, I'm Kaine, do it ring a bell? See a opp, then it's farewell, smoking gas by the steering wheel Finesse his ass, I'm like "oh well" [Chorus] Ballin' on these niggas, never come in second That lil' bitch a peasant, wrappin a cig and it feel like a present I know I'm a legend, wit' these bands I'm flexin' Niggas know I'm flexin' Walk in the bank and I leave they ass guessin' This money shit is a blessin', smokin' dope, never stressin' Fuck twelve, never learned my lesson I feel the lean, feel like heaven Choppa with me I don't need a machete Flexin' on niggas since Ed, Edd n Eddy Thirty bands, thirty pound, that's heavy Walk in the trap and you know I'm smelly
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