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It's my birthday, I'm 'bout to get lit-lit

Might blow a bag on the drip-drip

Make it all back on a quick flip, ayy

I just need cake and a thick bitch, ayy

I ain't have much, just a wishlist

Now the broke nigga doin' big shit

I got the gun lock, loaded, I'm ignant

So keep one eye open like Slick Rick

I got the drip game, nigga, I'm the big mane

Switch lanes on 'em, hit the mid range

Keep the big strap on me like a hitman

It go click-clack, willow-wallow, bing bang

I ain't never been shit, ain't shit changed

But niggas get lame when you get fame

Can't sleep at night 'til I get brains

Got a mean ass pipe and a dick game

I got a bitch on my sofa

I got a chip on my shoulder

You gotta live with your karma and if you get hurt

Then you got what you were supposed to

I got hitters all over

Told em' this is all over

I take the kids on drugs and line 'em all up

And get 'em all sober

I got a little check that I cashed out, ayy

Credit card maxed out, ayy

I get lit then I act out, ayy

I ain't wanna do it but I blacked out, ayy

They say I need to be safe

I think I need to be straight

Fix your vibes, you need to be laced

You just need God or you need to meet Mase

I left my bitch, maybe we just need space

I got gunners like Chris, like Niecey

I got brothers like Tip, like Breezy

I got stunners like Wayne, like BG

I got a hood bitch all about the bread

And she only gives me head 'cause the bed is too squeaky

I'm too smart for a hoe tryna G me

A bitch be dumb if she ever try to leave me, word

I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know

I just hit the fuckin' lottery

I just hit the fuckin' lottery

I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know

I just hit the fuckin' lottery

I just hit the fuckin' lottery

Why do I feel like Manson?

Smoke y'all niggas, I feel like I just got cancer, ayy

Murderin' streets, my anthem

All of y'all clowns is banter, ooh

Still can't pull your pants up

Kidnap kids like Amber

Hold a lil' nigga for a ransom

I moved from the trap to the mansion

Went from the hooptie to a phantom

You niggas gassed up, don't amp 'em

I've never been pretty, but my mom thinks I'm handsome

I hate niggas that flex on camera

Lil' kids always tryna throw tantrums

All you motherfuckas dry like dandruff

You can get washed and I'll throw you in a hamper

I got a bitch on my sofa

I got a chip on my shoulder

You gotta live with your karma and if you get hurt

Then you got what you were supposed to

I got hitters all over

Told em' this is all over

I take the kids on lean and get 'em all clean

And give 'em all soda

Watch how I do it, I demonstrate, ooh

I ain't gotta move, I'm renovating

I don't really pray, I meditate, yeah

I ain't gotta jump, I levitate

Always on time, I'm never late

I was outside like every day

Tryna turn water into lemonade

Now I'm boo'd up like Ella Mai, I just wanna get away, whoa

You don't want war with a rich nigga

You should hit the gym, get a bit bigger

I ain't got patience for bitch niggas

Wrap you in the basement with Big Tigger

Your bitch is a thot, you had kids with her

Your watch little lit, but my wrist litter

He thought he had a plan 'til the feds hit him

He thought he had a plan 'til the feds hit him

I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know

I just hit the fuckin' lottery

I just hit the fuckin' lottery

I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know

I just hit the fuckin' lottery

I just hit the fuckin' lottery

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