Is it them blings that make em watch us
The awkward lean in them cars that’s topless
I got them things I cut and chop it
I sell that ostrich I’m so obnoxious getting money say
Hands got the bubble touch
Fight with the double clutch
Two diamond jump ropes
My neck do the double dutch
Give a fuck about such and such
On behalf of the Re-Up Gang
I’m saying enough’s enough
Turn it turn it fire burn it
Gram weight straight like a nigga just permed it
Pyrex and water player how I earns it
Lame rap niggas I’m so not concerned with
On another level my third bezel my fourth gas pedal
55 on the back I’m a daredevil
The course is paid
The watch is Pyvate
You niggas gotta love me, I'm something the lord made
I gots to do it, do it
DBS my jewelry don’t need no jury
To find me guilty, I stay gaudy
Pockets bulking how can ya’ll fault me
Ghost ride it driver
What that mean
Ya small well nigga fuck that bean
Hush that team
Touch that cream
Digital scale what’s that scheme
(it’s all real)
Touch that theme
Niggas face get spatting, from platting
One action rerun was what’s happening
Every episode the Tec exposed
The Gotti body tsunami mommies
It’s gotta be why they watching
Zen zen zen zen
Getting money say
Zen zen zen zen
Now how that forearm glow on 'em
Feelin so grown on 'em
I pitch work sorta like no more on 'em
Snow on 'em
Cover my tracks low on 'em
So on them streets I
Push blow on 'em
The car drop with the soft top
Like whoas(?) on 'em
Rolls on em go on 'em
I’m striking a pose on 'em
No opponent can come close match tone on it
Flow on it honed on it
I’m feeling that home owned it
It’s Liva the rider the man the hang clothes on 'em
With the belt the matching shoes
The G’s soles on 'em
I’m classic the plastic got O’s on 'em
I rolls on 'em
The self murder doors close on 'em
Good gosh almighty all we do is cook raw
Push cars like whitey
Like a moth to a flame it’s so inviting
To opposite sexes the stones so precious
Still in the Resi G4 Valieire
No diamond in that bezzi, I get growner every year
All is see is blackface and you singing mammy
I’m from the old school when the Gat was a jammy
Twin four fifths the resemblance is uncanny
I bust both in sync, ya’ll niggas hear me
Now that’s what I call the Big Bang Theory

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