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Hill I'm doin’ my thang, my thang
Yeah
I ice out my chain, it swang
Yeah
I ice out my wrist, my ring
Yeah
I iced out gang
Yeah
Even when the lights out, mane
Niggas still see my chain
Keep that steel with me, mane
If you not real, you can't hang
Yeah
Big dog, big game
Trappin' that propane
Whip, whip the cocaine
Drips on my whole gang
Nigga broke, cold, lame
Mink coat, daddy came
Big rats when time done came
Not goin’ back there, not I can't
No
I'm, I'm bills again
I'm, I'm bills again
Poppin' these pills and I'm trippin’
Money to make, I’m gettin' it
Gettin’ it, stackin' it, flippin' it
I- I- I'm fuckin’ these little bitty bitches
Ooh, ooh
Green bag got the bitch trippin'
Ooh, ooh
Racks got that bitch wishin' it
Ice on my neck, ain't got cut on no vent
I cop the truck first day, it got a tint
I got them bucks, might buy me a pent'
All my shit new, take off your lil' lint
Run down the road, kick that shit over the fence
No, I'm not saving no harm, not Kent
Ooh, she cool, I bought her Givenchy
Snooze, you lose, we get all the business
Ooh
You cappin', not handin' your business
Ooh
We shoot at you, leavin' no witness
Ooh
I mean I'm out like a dentist
Shoot it myself, I don't need no apprentice
Michael Phelps, my wrist is swimmin'
I want wealth, I get it and spend it
I'm goin' big on these niggas, they midgets
Countin' and addin' and stackin' up digits
I'm doin' my thang, my thang
Yeah
I ice out my chain, it swang
Yeah
I ice out my wrist, my ring
Yeah
I iced out gang
Yeah
Even when the lights out, mane
Niggas still see my chain
Keep that steel with me, mane
If you not real, you can't hang
Yeah
Big dog, big game
Trappin' that propane
Whip, whip the cocaine
Drips on my whole gang
Nigga broke, cold, lame
Mink coat, daddy came
Big rats when time done came
Not goin' back there, not I can't
No
I'm, I'm bills again
I'm, I'm bills again
Poppin' these pills and I'm trippin'
Money to make, I'm gettin' it
Gettin' it, stackin' it, flippin' it
I- I- I'm fuckin' these little bitty bitches
Ooh, ooh
Green bag got the bitch trippin'
Ooh, ooh
Racks got that bitch wishin' it
Three million dollars in jewels
Ooh, ooh
You little niggas better stay in school
Fuck on your bitch, now she wet as the pool
All of my niggas, they makin' the news
Fall for that bitch, man, I feel like a fool
Too much damn money, might turn to a Jew
Monkey nuts on the gun, straight from the zoo
We shot that bitch boyfriend, it stuck like it's glue
Okay
Okay
Now you wanna be my friend
Uh
I'm tryna catch my zen
Uh
I be whippin' that gin
Uh
Outer space like Invader Zim
Yeah
Get geeked, I'm a alien
I'm in ATL again
Yeah, with my motherfuckin' Freeband friends
Yeah
Pull up on some shit, nigga, you never saw
Chop it up straight out that brick, can smell that raw
We not worried 'bout no cops, we fear the dogs
Yeah
Better not end up on my block, not sparin' y'all
Brr
I'm doin' my thang, my thang
Yeah
I ice out my chain, it swang
Yeah
I ice out my wrist, my ring
Yeah
I iced out gang
Yeah
Even when the lights out, mane
Niggas still see my chain
Keep that steel with me, mane
If you not real, you can't hang
Yeah
Big dog, big game
Trappin' that propane
Whip, whip the cocaine
Drips on my whole gang
Nigga broke, cold, lame
Mink coat, daddy came
Big rats when time done came
Not goin' back there, not I can't
I'm, I'm bills again
I'm, I'm bills again
Poppin' these pills and I'm trippin'
Money to make, I'm gettin' it
Gettin' it, stackin' it, flippin' it
I- I- I'm fuckin' these little bitty bitches
Ooh, ooh
Green bag got the bitch trippin'
Ooh, ooh
Racks got that bitch wishin' it
Woo
Skrrt
Racks
Racks, racks
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