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Ok yeah
Call my twin come flip that whip
Chromehearts sittin' on me yeah
Clutch my stick like who them boys right there
Ain't no one that I fear
I'm off X geeked up like yeah
I got racks throw em' in the air
I got packs comin in the mail
At the top sittin' in my chair
Hit that bitch, pullin' on her hair
When I pull up they gon' stare
Noddin' off no I can't steer
All this pain no I can't bare
At the top yeah it get lonely over here
We get guap like yeah yeah yeah
You want beef ok then step
Smokin' loud ok I'm deaf
Yeah I get racks ok I'm blessed
You gon' speak say it with yo chest
Hit his top, fuck about a vest
Call my bro like yeah lets spin
Say you got drops ain't put shit in
Big body whip my windows tinted
I'm in this bitch I know she filled, oh yeah
I'm in the function with my stick, smokin' Doja
They like who them niggas you be with, they my soldiers
That bitch wanna fuck all of my friends, we so chozen
I just called my jeweler, told em' make my wrist a ocean
He thought I was cap I upped the fire, he like oh shit
I know all my niggas down to ride, they my brothers
Ok yeah
Call my twin come flip that whip
Chromehearts sittin' on me yeah
Clutch my stick like who them boys right there
Ain't no one that I fear
I'm off X geeked up like yeah
I got racks throw em' in the air
I got packs comin in the mail
At the top sittin' in my chair
Hit that bitch, pullin' on her hair
When I pull up they gon' stare
Noddin' off no I can't steer
All this pain no I can't bare
At the top yeah it get lonely over here

Written by:
Mark R

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