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Yeah, ay' Run up on 'em like its 06 Kidz ranqe I been stacking up the mils Keep 'em piled in the bank Pinecone, Jake Hill Yeah, we going super Saiyan Farming all the GP like I'm Venezuelan I been stacking up the profit Ain't stopping no competition Fuck a city, I'ma run up In the wildy and get it I keep it rolling With the motherfucking squad, 300 Leonidas kick 'em to the Bottom of the summit (woo) Gold wrapped around my whip Ain't talking cars, from the Abyss We been at the top We ain't ever gonna plum it Try to catch me slipping Then we sending you to lumbridge God damn Know we had to do it to 'em On the side walk Hands lock I don't conversate I let the bands talk Pinecone gang We gon' yell it 'til the end Taking over never quit Then we do it all again, ah Yeah, ay', Pinecone, yeah My gun go BLAT My car go NYERM I don't want yo bitch, she fat In my hood I flip dem Bricks Fuck da police Ain't no snitch Lil' Pinecone I'm my own shoota Only care 'bout da money I'ma rob da jeweler O l stank ass hoe In my inbox She got crusty Toes in dem flipflops Pinecone fuck yo Baby mama Yo girlfriend look Like a baby llama Talk dat shit I'ma Run up on 'em Bust dat clip Den you a gonner I ain't fuckin' round I'ma OG Errbody in da hood They know me Pay up cause you owe me Trap all day its OT