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I just split my cup, uh, all on my kicks, uh | Designer on cuffs, that's all on my bitch, uh | Two Gs in the blunt, that's how you get over shit, uh
I just split my cup, uh, all on my kicks, uh Designer on cuffs, that's all on my bitch, uh Two Gs in the blunt, that's how you get over shit, uh How you get rich? Uh, uh How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (on me) Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (on me) Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz We makin' deposits, step in the scene for the green It ain't nothin' to leave if I ain't gonna make it, profit Got money in my left, right, back, denim jeans If I roll up my sleeve, you would think I was poppin' I don't even be knowin' why you talkin' to me I ain't talkin' for free, whip it up, Betty Crocker These rap niggas ain't shit, I won't put in the lock I be trippin' for cents, they be trippin' for boppers I just split my cup, uh, all on my kicks, uh Designer on cuffs, that's all on my bitch, uh Two Gs in the blunt, that's how you get over shit, uh How you get rich? Uh, uh How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (on me) Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (on me) Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz I smell bitch (yeah) So let's get it poppin', you don't want no problems when dealin' with Zel, shit (nah) Young boys on that frail shit (frail), sick as hell, sickle cell shit (you sick) Got me goin' off the rails, bitch (off the rail) And I'm sonnin' niggas like I'm jail, bitch, uh (rrah, rrah) All the women callin' me a wapo (yeah) Money like a mob boss, call me Zel Chapo, yeah (yeah, yeah) All the niggas know to let the shots go (yeah) I don't show no mercy 'less it's Murcielago, yeah (yeah, yeah) "Money over bitches" is the motto Now the opps dead like Apollo versus Drago, yeah Never tell nobody that you got dough What do you think most these rappers get dropped for? (Ultimate) Please do not click on me, dawg I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg (brrt, Brrt) Please do not click on me, dawg I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot, dah) Please do not click on me, dawg I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg (brrah) Please do not click on me, dawg I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg (yeah, yeah) How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh (yeah, yeah) Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (yeah, yeah, on me) Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six (yeah, yeah) Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz (yeah) How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh (oh, yeah) Eatin' on fettucine, step in Ricks (yeah, yeah) Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six (yeah, yeah) Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz (yeah, doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
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