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Woah, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit
Oh shit
Nigga relax
I push the shit to the max
Foreign, I blew through the racks
I gotta make this shit back
Way too many fans and not enough wins in here
I take the shit, make it double, it's feeling like twins in here
God please take the wheel, I'm driving with sins in here
Funny you started it, I came around, now the end is near
The devil been pushing the pedal, I drive
That humble shit dead, my ego alive
This Nina stay low, I keep on the side
I props, props
Niggas ain't loyal, shit, what a surprise
I trust what I see so I feel with my eyes
Ain't no more splitting a piece of the pie
Props, ayy
Keep it a stack
You niggas better relax
I push the shit to the max
I gotta make this shit back
Hometown nigga, yeah, see no figurehead
Porsche got giddy up
Too many fake ones, we can't intermix
Don't like niggas, yeah, hoes got benefits
Ayy, I'm not finished yet
Nine-ten figure, yeah, time keep ticking, yeah
I can't wait for it, mind can't interfere
I don't trust y'all, why you niggas here?
Ayy, ayy
Cold-hearted, give these bitches the shakes
Go from ghetto to Caucasian estates
Push the button 'fore you come through the gates
Ain't help me eat, we ain't sharing no plates
I had to triple the rates
Stay silent, niggas fell for the bait
Niggas done fell for the bait
But I kept it intact
You niggas better relax
Foreign, I blew through the racks
I gotta make this shit back
Damn, this nigga take forever
Ayy cuz, Rob home
Bring your motherfucking ass home




































