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I'm gon' make it last forever when I get a run
That's a marathon
Buying woods, bitch I'm in a Tesla at the Marathon
Glocky got a light, shoot 'em like a camera, we with all the action
Life a movie, they be pulling scripts, look like my dogs be acting
Feel like Clank you see me at the function, know I brought the ratchet
You'll pop out with that Polish rifle, it got all attachments
I'm gettin' rich, I ain't gon' die trying
Reaching for the bust, boy you'll die trying
She don't want no flowers, my bitch like diamonds (bling)
Looking at that new C8 like I just might buy it
Up the 100-rounder, this bitch last forever
If you say, "It's up," we on your ass forever
This bitch mandatory, take the mag wherever
She don't suck no dick, I show her ass the blender (no cap)
Shit, I did it masked up, it ain't no need for a sketch artist
Blood flow purple, for Lil' Mari, bitch my chest heartless
2016, I was in that Nike tech starving
Six years later, shit a dub'll get the set started
Tour bus around America, we finna rock some shows
US to Europe, finna rock the globe
[?] stuffed with chicken, fat as hell these are not Girbauds
308s hit his head and high topped his fro
X on my veterbrate
Off-White ain't serving yae
Every play successful, I ain't gon' lie, it's been a perfect day
Like shit, thank God
Only time you caught a hat is when you went and played COD
Since you want smoke, slide down, turn your spot to sherbizzy
AR with the Mickey Mouse, waving sticks, Walt Disney
Militia member, of course I got some dog in me
Not the same as Unky cause though, cause he got some dog in him
Crazy that I gotta ball on you, coulda balled wit me
Plug gon' piss me off with that shit, tryna stall wit me
Don't bring school up, you wasn't in the halls wit me
Called an opp out and left his drawers shitty
20 in my RTAs, 20s in my Cartiers (but the Glock got a 30)
And that's real spill
Diamonds yellow, but the soda black, I look like Kill Bill
I done turned my life into a movie, it don't feel real
The opps, they in last forever, we been first place
Squealing to the pigs, the quickest way to get you turnt baked
Chop' singing, send you up to God, I think it's Kirk Franklin
I was dreaming bout' a 100 M's, I touched my first Franklin
586, never mind, 734
You can't even get my main phone, my bitch beat hoes
(Shit, fuck)
Slid right, and turnt his power off like an iPhone
Black sticks, mirror tint, living life in night mode
Said you spint' on the opps, but be needing rides home
Even with a calculator, that ain't adding up
I done had enough, quit the cap
Told lil brodie it's a bonus if he hit 'em in his hat
Tydus looking like Sabonis, he'll pull up wit the strap
ARP got the cajones, boy you crazy think I lack
Boy you crazy think it's that
I made 80 off them jacks
Adidas joggy pager, Unky in the 80s when he trap
Doing 80 in the track, blow a affy, then relax
Hit his top with .308s and watch his cranium detach
We gon' chill him out like Ritalin if he get spontaneous
Lil' cudi in the store with fake ID, it say Donquavious
I be flying round in UFOs, I ain't a alien
All this water on our neck, can't say we ain't the waviest
Bottom of the ninth inning, I'll hit a grand slam
Sliding round in AMGs, it used to be the Trans Am
All these sticks in the whip turned an auto to a manual
They be saying Stan the goat, they keep calling him an animal (ha)
Dogshit militia, bitch
Writer(s): Jonathan Burt, Stanwill Stanwill, James Johnson
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