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That's a good one, P
Sakpase, brand new racks andele, I'm connected through checks, and got pounds of this cake.
West LA when I'm not in that A, ride a Benz Six -trey and a gun metal grey.
Pop my way, can't get out of their way, I'm still all in their face, this shit really gon' age.
Open the yard up, remind me of a race, bought the Maybach in May, I got millions to make.
Do you know what this shit take?
I had to start from the base.
Go broke, you get out of place, these niggas' pockets deflated.
More profit, you talking my language.
I'm toxic, I'm intoxicated, all timing, they watching surveillance.
Lil mama gone drink it and drain it, I'm in UK, they speak all different language.
She said merci beaucoup when she thanked me, hop in the coupe, you can hear the gears changing.
Barely take off my top 'cause I'm famous, walk how I talk, I don't do no explaining.
Went back to my block 'cause my hood underated, I went and got them rocks and they brighted in Vegas, they added another dot then I signed it and dated.
Sakpase, bring them racks andele, I'm connected through checks, and got pounds of this cake.
West LA when I'm not in that A, ride a Benz Six -trey and a gun metal grey.
Pop my way, can't get out of their way, I'm still all in their face, this shit really gon' age.
Whippin the yacht, remind me of a rafe, I bought the Maybach in May, I got millions to make.
One on one on one in these rares, stack on my t-shirts in layers.
I peep out the cut like a glare, them folks see Gun Wunna and they stare.
Barely got time, I keep M's on my mind, havin' mult million dollar meetings in the air.
Ho stop lyin' for the bro and that's fine, I'm on P time and I got plenty to share.
Back in the day, I used to rock the Cazals, been off that work tryna make me a sell.
What you gon' do if you get in a jam? Better send that cash app the best way you can.
They bring me through the back 'cause they know who I am, my skin look like glass like I been doin' glam.
I stash Me with cash but don't tell Uncle Sam, I'm hoppin' out the Rolls, I'm still ringin' bells.
Sakpase, brand new racks andele, I'm connected through checks, and got pounds of this cake.
West LA when I'm not in that A, ride a Benz Six -trey and a gun metal grey.
Pop my way, can't get out of their way, I'm still all in their face, this shit really gon' age.
Whippin the yacht, remind me of a rafe, I brought the Maybach in May, I got millions to make.
