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[Intro]
It’s Sealab Vertical in this bitch
It smell like turtle ass nigga, ray fat as shit
[Verse]
I get that money and bitches Sealab 24/7
These niggas talk shit, get hit, MAC-11
And One of these days see you in heaven (boy)
Fuck that see you in hell
Diamonds on soda like Kenan and Kel
I stay winning, I will not fail
I stay trending, time to XL
Fuck these bitches that stay on my cock
Speaking of rocks
Got them white rocks
And they tucked in my socks
Ducking the cops
Cream of the crop
Wings on my sneaks Jeremy Scotts
And she giving me top in the droptop
In the back of the trunk
Got that good weed, yeah, I bring the funk
That shit smell like it got sprayed by a skunk
Your bitch got a donk
Boy, this AK will eat you for lunch
All my fly bitches whats happenin’
If you rocking that nike and that True Religion that shit tacky
If you wanna talk [?] all you gotta do is ask me
Tired of all you swag daddies
Tryna fix that, tryna fix that, tryna fix that, tryna fix that
Cause know a days that shit wack
So you know it’s kinda long
Gold grill ’cause I’m texas chill
Camo bandana I’m still on
That LSD up on my tongue so you know I might not live for long
Givenchy tee with the gold plates
Rollie, bitch, with the gold face
Some of y’all gon’ congratulate
But the rest of y’all just gon’ hate
Got a hick bitch that suck dick
Her pussy hot off that drip stick
Blue bape chucks no crip shit
Red lumberjack, no picnic
Lamborghini stick shift
I’m broke as fuck but I talk rich
And my Grandma gon’ help me live it
Chinchilla cost what the fox
Her champagne gonna be chocolate
Philly nigga, but I got a bitch that’s from LA
Leather jacket nigga, Pelle Pelle
.45 nigga and I don’t play
Sicker than, sicker than your, sicker than your, your average
Sicker than, sicker than your, sicker than your, your average
Sicker than, sicker than your, sicker than your, your average
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Money up my shit stupid
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