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Verse 1
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Yeah, yeah- yeah
Kane Train, you know what I'm sayin'?
A nigga out here, you know me
Nigga, yeah- yeah
Too much for these niggas, I need somethin' real quick,
you know what I'm sayin'? (A nigga doin')
Too much
East side, yeah (yeah)
Verse 2
too much (yeah)
Forgiatos on a Bent', too much
(yeah, yeah)
'42, a nigga sip, too much (yeah)
I done hit another nigga bitch
too much (yeah, yeah)
I got way too many enemies,
gotta be tooled up
Nigga with the monkey diamonds,
they never could fool us (yeah, yeah)
Backstage at the shows,
these hoes gon' choose up (yeah)
ATL to the Chi', these hoes get flewed
up (yeah, yeah)
Verse 3
know a nigga gotta beat it (yeah)
If the pussy undisputed then the head
was undefeated (yeah)
Once I hit another city,
then the number get deleted (yeah)
If the pussy undisputed then
this pimpin' undefeated (yeah)
Once I seen the hoe in person,
knew the bitch was overrated (ugh)
Knew the shit was hella different with
the fiddles and the makeup (yeah)
I'm 'bout to shake it
Skrrt, skrrt, 'bout to make it work,
work with the paper, nigga
Verse 4
a nigga wrist, too much
Forgiatos on a Bent', too much
'42, a nigga sip, too much
I could never get too much
All these hoes that I got,
Drive these cars on the lot,
I be switchin' the shoes up
All this money that I got,
I could never get too much
Verse 5
Forgiatos on a Bent', too much
I could never get too much
All these hoes that I got,
Drive these cars on the lot,
I be switchin' the shoes up
All this money that I got,
I could never get too much
Verse 6
verse
and two hundred for a show
I need four hundred a O if I'm
breakin' down the bowl
Why you doin' all the typin'? We been
tryna up the score (brrt)
Niggas gangster on the 'Gram,
How much did the Phantom cost,
bag? Too much (haha)
Driver get me there when I'm high,
too clutch
wasn't switchin' two cups
All black, red inside, shit,
Verse 7
Trappin' in designer,
new Balenci' with Adidas
Momma knew I was a hustler
in her stomach as a fetus
I went back and forth the quarter,
now I'm ballin', alopecia
Molly callin' me a cheater 'cause I
trace it with exotic
Can you point out all the haters? I can't
see 'em through these Carti's
her ex- nigga watchin'
When you havin' plenty bread,
Verse 8
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told,
I'ma always show the real me
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It's chilly, bustdown Cuban with the
down in Philly (up)
Nickname the coupe,
Ain't no layin' up,
I'm just drillin' and I'm peelin'
Uh, uh, got a Rolls,
skrrt- skrrt out the door with these
Verse 9
a nigga wrist, too much
Forgiatos on a Bent', too much
I could never get too much
All these hoes that I got,
Drive these cars on the lot,
I be switchin' the shoes up
All this money that I got,
I could never get too much
Verse 10
Forgiatos on a Bent', too much
I could never get too much
All these hoes that I got,
I could never get boo'd up
I be switchin' the shoes up
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