.(Verse)
Bitch get out of my over, my motherfuckin apartment
Damn, I got dope all on garment
Cookin dope and trust tree, move the trap to south LA
Now Iâm lean, gretcher housin, money pilin, money pilin
All so fresh, donât need a stylist
I want a car, tinted windows
Ey.
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