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When I leave the store
I leave behind reciepts
Triple white Coco Chanel's
That's on my feet
Im in Audi's like a Saudi in a jeep
63 grams in the pot
Till it turn's cream
Quincy Tell EmHuncholine
Told my young G, stay level headed
Tell my grower how to grow it
When I send the reference
All the water on my neck
But it ain't Holy though
They call me M, they call me Hunch
But I'm with crodie though
Contraband in the whip
With all these horses
This ain't my first rodeo
Sometimes I wanna shit on them
Then I take immodium
I'm with some Rugratz
Not the ones from Nickelodeon
Big dreaming, the chain too heavy
Had to put some VVz in, now it's heavier
Pull up to the venue with the guys
The more, the merrier
Red stitching interior
I got motives they ulterior
20 boxes reload
Somewhere near Heathrow
Feds come behind
Do the San Andreas cheat code
My friends are cool
But it's the enemies I keep close
I'm so up on them boys
I don't even keep score
I got principles, see more
Made M's, I'm tryna see more
And these packs only fly
When it's team work
CC runners, still my feet hurt
Grinding till I see dirt, ye
X been getting paper since
Ricky it the square
You ain't gotta ask
You want some weight you know its there
Broski he be dripping
He in Rick like he Flair
My bitch she kinda spoilt
Always asking for the pair
My soldier up and down
Shooting shot's like he Wayne
Bad bitch she always tryna ****
But I just want the brain
I'm up in Dior got my bands
Out my bitch telling me I'm vein
Lay one finger on my skin
I'll get you smoked like a train
Tell your pops to shut the **** up
You with a dope boy, now you fine
Even when I got my Rolly on
I still don't know the time
I remember watching Mitch
All I wanted was to shine
I could buy my bitch a Birkin
And she still get out of line
How the **** you say you balling?
And your bitch is always mad
Fly her out, get her straight
Hit the gram, let her brag
I remember shit was slow
Couldn't even run a sack
Now 20 p's aint enough
I need a 100 on that slab




















