Stay with me, for the ride

You niggas slip and slide, better pick a sideBentley GT, see me with your bitch inside

I′m a petty nigga, I got vicious pride

Rollie meteorite, we on different time

I run with gorillas, nigga, still I get the lion's share

My hustle keep multiplying my career

I′ve never been one for crying tears

That'd be absurd, I don't know how to cry, I′m Amber Heard

I′m always kinda high, you haven't heard?

Please, do not bother mine ′causе these brothers minе

Not the kinda guys to have a word

You are the kinda guy that's on a shirt, damn

R.I.P., you were the kinda girl to make it work

Baby, you′re all I need

Give me a night, you just need me in your life

Water, tequila and Pedialyte, Tiffany diamonds, ebony, ivory

Baby girl, that's what I see in your life

Right, you must be high as a James Webb

Please, do not speak my name up on the low

′Cause Bassy heard all of them things said

"He cool but he outside too much and everything"

I'm not on the scene, I am the scene

I can't poli with no thottie love

You the brokest bitch I ever seen, next

I′m on these fuck-niggas heads, too

All you dick-sucking clique-jumping niggas in my ear

Tryna spit something I ain′t tryna hear bitch

Y'all in the red too, off with his head too

Don′t run, nigga, arm and a leg too

Squad-type mental, judgmental, yeah

Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

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Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

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Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

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Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

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Stay with me, for the ride

Yo

Brother, step aside, better pick a side

I been deep in life when I'm in the ride

Feeling healthy, man, I′m fully live

So it's funny how my doors are suicide

I mean, ayy, fuck your party, can′t relate

Better never than late

Grew up on the darkest days

Still I gotta spread light and stay great

Bas, my nigga, come and turn it up

All these baddies and they're tryna fuck

Punchin' numbers, tryna hurt the clock

Not a farmer, but I push a dirty truck

Catch me in the back, lean

With the baddest lil′ vibe and

What she wearing obscene

I′m just tryna see her on me

Play the game like Henry

Larry Bird, I'm on green

London City, I′ve been in this shit

And I've been kicking hits ′til the speakers rip

All my denim's Japanese

Motherfucking blue Benjie′s in my jeans

Putting niggas, they're diseased

I ain't got move, I ain′t got sneeze

Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

179 Deli, 179 Deli

Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

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Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

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Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

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