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[Intro]
[Verse 1: Lil Kilo]
Got gold medals and trophies, my olympic bitches love me
Never let a hoe nigga get to shovin’ or leather glovin’
Bitches lovin’ the kid, like they michaael jackson touchin’
Chicken heads cluckin’, dick suckin’, and they ain’t soviet rushin’
Know ya self, know ya worth, no wealth, I know it hurts
Gucci belt to match my shirt, PJ pilot Captain Kirk
If you ain’t HBE or dont fuck with me dont you wear the merch
Unless you paid for it with money or a body in a hearse
Niggas sellin’ new york knicks, brooklyn nets worth ain’t shit
I hit the lottery, so like the Cavs gimme first pick
Quick, like D Wayde in the air waitin’ for an assist
Could pull ya bitch with the flick of a wrist, my nigga what dont you get?
Forget. gucci, louis, fendi, versace, my belt orion
If you understand, 10-4, copy, then why tf you cryin?
Cause you been lyin’, tryin’, but pussy ain’t dyin’
Afterwards ya bitch sighin’, textin’ me videos, she glidin’
They say my mixtape like freebase, no dos chainz
No china man take out, but my names out, and its LO mane
Gasoline flow, so you know that money my propane
Spit cocaine, they over dosing, and I got rabid bitches foaming
I heard niggas stepping up, I decided to as well, fuck a chill
Me and my niggas takin everything, even money outta well
Even though our pj high as fuck, Ive had dreams that we fell
Spittin’ hot shit what the hell, cause you old niggas burnt out like a grill
Im on these niggas top like old man over combing
Been getting buzz before I started honey combing
Somethings got let up, like me smoking that potent
Or ya hands, when I say gimme bands, or Imma let fire open
Amateur to the game, but dont you provoke me
Flow so dope, sniff ya speakers , youll be cokin’
Niggas claimin’ they gettin’ dough, but broke, they must be jokin’
This shit for me ain’t nothin’ even though I turnt it to somethin’
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