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We lit

Yes we on lit AUDEMARS flex
I’m ball out stack drops pops a Rolex
I’m out of my mind go flex
I a lot of chains lots of
Jewels lots of gold specs
Yes we all lit bout to go flex
Yes we all lit about to go flex
I’m out of my mind chained up
I’m out of my mind chained up

I bought a Bentley and left it on empty
Simply because I can bitch I’m the man
I ain’t stress off the gwop get
Green with out the guac
25 Honda’s on my neck I guess it cost a lot
I am nothing like y’all goofs
Who set by the floor
Not afraid of the exist the spook
Who sat by the door
Quill tell it you niggas overzealous for fame
That’s a Snapple hey
A show in knew your i’m getting Apple Pay
I monetize all of my dollars
Signs I got in line
And hit 'em with a lot of lines
And y’all did a lot of lying
The truth if u act like a
Dufus on the dotted line
Who knows how dope you could of been
You should of been

Yes we on lit AUDEMARS flex
I’m ball out stack drops pops a Rolex
I’m out of my mind go flex
I a lot of chains lots of
Jewels lots of gold specs
Yes we all lit bout to go flex
Yes we all lit about to go flex
I’m out of my mind chained up
I’m out of my mind chained up

I never made a rap list
They knew better to put god on
A human level that’s it
Respect the ink he (enki) jot
Never be Sloppy to let some Arian (Sumerian)
Stop me amazing is how they think he not
I guess they don’t believe it’s hot
33 degrees music is on a high note
An·glo-Sax·on tapped in believe
I’m cut form the creed
This assassin nice passion of Christ
Why cross death i walked in the lost stepped
And stared at the footage
Behold you get scratched off I told you
The whip hit different when it’s
Repoed the streets cold
I know the street code
I’m raised by the g code
I’m hood but I’m smart that’s
The cheat code we know

Yes we on lit AUDEMARS flex
I’m ball out stack drops pops a Rolex
I’m out of my mind go flex
I a lot of chains lots of
Jewels lots of gold specs
Yes we all lit bout to go flex
Yes we all lit about to go flex
I’m out of my mind chained up
I’m out of my mind chained up
No trolls allowed i Control the crowd nigga
No trolls allowed no trolls allowed
Got a style for every number
That your cell phone dial no trolls allowed
No trolls allowed put the microphone down
Solo like a Star Wars story u got
Stripes alright that’s like waldos story
We the last of the





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