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[Hook/Chorus]
These n—-s ain’t official “nah!”
Real n—a ain’t in him “hannn!”
Dope all in the spine “dope!”
Probably why I can’t feel ’em
Too much to lose “skrt!”
Probably why I ain’t did em’
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain’t with em’
Riding around in this Fisker
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these louies “beep, beeep”
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle
Hoppin out with that style, these here a

[Verse 1]
Walking through the mall, and I’m smelling like dope
Shopping in Gucci, they let me pour drink up
This convo, ain’t a ? Then I got’s to hangup
Cause I love that blue cheese, like everybody loves Raymond
Come up in strip club, you f–k around get rained up
Go up in my hood, you f–k around get banged on
Loud pipes when, I pull off you can hear it when I swang em’
I’m in this b—h with a black hoodie, black gucci’s, Trayvon

[Bridge]
I parked in a no park and got me a
Told the lord to excuse me for my sinning
Man I swear these b—–s out here tripping
If I was still in school, I’d have knots all in my d-ckies
“Lets get it”

[Hook/Chorus]
These n—-s ain’t official “nah!”
Real n—a ain’t in him “hannn!”
Dope all in the spine “dope!”
Probably why I can’t feel ’em
Too much to lose “skrt!”
Probably why I ain’t did em’
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain’t with em’
Riding around in this Fisker
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these louies “beep, beeep”
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle
Hoppin out with that style, these here a

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[Verse 2]
Free Slick, n—-s keep talking that G s–t
N—-s keep talking that sweet s–t
N—-s ain’t talking that street s–t
B—h my pockets on deep dish
You don’t hustle, you don’t eat s–t
Ride past you like I don’t see s–t
I let it seek me, ion’t seek it

[Hook/Chorus]
These n—-s ain’t official “nah!”
Real n—a ain’t in him “hannn!”
Dope all in the spine “dope!”
Probably why I can’t feel ’em
Too much to lose “skrt!”
Probably why I ain’t did em’
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain’t with em’
Riding around in this Fisker
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these louies “beep, beeep”
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle
Hoppin out with that style, these here a

Gucci! Louis! BANG