Yuh, yuh
You know what I'm sayin'
Yuh, yeah
Aye, a deuce and a fanta, a breakfast for champions
I'm making shit happen, I'm not with the panicking
I'm deep into fashion, it's not from a mannequin
You pull up and cash it, I ship it and handle it (Yeah)
I peel off in some fashion, heard his ass, yeah
Get to swervin', no crashing, I was eating on Italian
All this water from Africa
My car made by the Germans, take these hoes on excursions
Lookin' at the pill, tryna take it
If the love real I break it
Know a nigga good like
Ion trust me no faker
If you really trill you ain't even gotta say it
Rule number one never hidе where you live
Is the rubber bands all for the breaks
Rubbеr band wrist 'fore a nigga had a watch
Street Fighter II just niggas from the
I'ma go to far when they pass me the rod
I'm a rich young nigga sending bands to the block
S580 there's whole lotta space here
Most of these niggas is tasteless
You can be with it, she face bitch
I got more straps than some
Thug with my niggas that can't switch
We in it forever
Don't put your hands on this Gallery leather
Mix it together like Hamburger Helper
Chrome Heart crosses to fight off the devils
I pop a bean in that hoe [?]
You ain't feedin' your vultures then you on a menu
My team tweakin, I'm crashing the rental
Give a fuck 'bout a ride, the fuck is a [?]
I'ma ride with my motherfuckin' dawgs like a kennel
Fuck up whatever, they pay incidentals
Aye, a deuce and a fanta, a breakfast for champions
I'm making shit happen, I'm not with the panicking
I'm deep into fashion, it's not from a mannequin
You pull up and cash it, I ship it and handle it
I peel off in some fashion, heard his ass in a Italian
Get to swervin', no crashing, I was eating on Italian (Yeah)
I peel off in some fashion, heard his ass in a Italian (Yeah)
Get to swervin', no crashing, I was eating on Italian (Yeah)
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