New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer
I m not making u feel that u r my dear...
Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich
Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch
Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took
But i get the gang violence that be in that hood
I´m so high, my shoes so fly
You other brothers can’t deny
That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick
Dont ever fuck wit the gang, i got a shoota , an a rider and a p.i.c
Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut
Denying to give a flying fuck, so i fly a truck
Young rich white kids thinkin one day they'll be a star, fuck that, they're gonna fall hard
Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart
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