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[Verse 1]
Check this out my nigga
5… 500 for the belt my nigga
He the finesse guy, all the hoes like when he come flex hard
Got the best on, no 9 to 5, they hit licks or run it through a credit card
Gimme that, gimme that
I’m in the back like fuck that punk
I go to work every day still rockin these bummy ass shoes with holes in the front
Got a nigga thinkin po trunk
Catch a little bitch while he sittin’ outside smokin’ on a blunt
[Hook]
I’m like fuck that nigga
I’m like fuck that, fuck that nigga
I’m like fuck that nigga
He got J’s on and the Bape on, man fuck that nigga
[Verse 2]
Check this out my nigga
The double G stand out my nigga
Gimme that, gotta be worth a couple thou my nigga
He wanna flex huh, bout to take his ass down my nigga
You, you know that’s Chi shit
We, we been on that Chi shit
Don’t act like a nigga ain’t come from that violence
We been stainin’ niggas before Ye was thinkin’ about college
I hate to get violent, but you out here stylin’
Like my shoes ain’t catchin’ the breeze, it’s hard to keep silence
We out wilin’, we out wilin’
Don’t make a scene because I’d hate to involve sirens
[Hook]
[Bridge]
J’s on, up that shit
True’s on, up that shit
Up that shit, up that shit
Up that shit, my nigga up that shit
J’s on, up that shit
True’s on, up that shit
Bitch bad, cuff that bitch
Cuff that bitch, my nigga up that shit
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