Uh Started rapping with a cold fit (started) Putting dykes in the clip For them niggas that be hollering but still won't play my shit (yeah) Get some Ray-Ban glasses just to cover up my face Imma travel the world So Imma need some Gucci skates Mixing fries with the shakes (whoo) And all we do is bust my nigga we never get afraid (nah) So we rowbe with the tuzze it ain't never no confusion (yeah) If you wanna get it cousin And you gotta stay lifted is y'all even rolling up? (smoke!) It's for the cheese with the Dutch I got the chips on my plate (plate) But y'all niggas mad broke so you could not understand (nah) And I'm lifted to this sky high five to the moon (waddup) Gon do this overnight cuz the money comes at noon Boy you slipping why you tripping? (yeah) Lots of niggas with my position And we tagged upon the wall like we [?] (Woods) Is you bout to roll up? Them niggas got them trees and we finna kush up it's the Dutch (Dutch) Follow my lead because I'm 'bout to roll up (roll up) Step in the game just to remember my name, it's insane How we be rooming the game
So pass the Dutch (yeah) Why you looking homie? (homie) Complaining 'bout the size cuz it's all on me (on me) So pass the Dutch (yeah) Why you looking homie? (homie) Complaining 'bout the size cuz it's all on me (on me) So pass the Dutch (yeah) Why you looking homie? (yeah) Complaining 'bout the size cuz it's all on me (on me) So pass the Dutch (yeah) Why you looking homie? (yeah) Complaining 'bout the size cuz it's all on me So pass the Dutch (Uh)
Preach to a new day I see these cameras and I say hey To the ladies that be swimming by the pool I'm always looking like a fool, abort mission When I'm dribbling with the ball it's transition Man I'm tryna get my message spread out Who let the birds out? These niggas they be tripping bout the words that's coming out my mouth Straight dirty like ya momma's couch 9-1 gets the money what you talking 'bout? Now take a peek like Mussolini with the camera I want my money fat, sorry coach I got no stamina My life is like a pretty little motherfucker And when we make it we gon' look out for each other let the covers be blown And let my scars be shown I'm getting Dizzee with the Rascal My life is going pretty fast throw your regulator (Ayo wassup) Count these bitches it's a hassle Walking through the aisle with a motherfucking passport bitch
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