.[Verse 1: Lute]
They want me to wile out
Instead I styled out, like 3 Stacks
Stashed three stacks, told my girl I'll be right back
Who be in that when shit pull up and tints all black
Open doors, rolls gold around his wrist and his neck
What's 'round his wrists is respe.
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