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This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ in Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin bezels every level Me and Cinco push that two door coupe Ain't none of this shit rented Servin' fishes, fuck yo favorite rapper, hope he get offended I was trippin' off that hoe before, but promise I ain't trippin' I was trippin' for them Ksubi jeans, but now my closet drippin', designer Got a bag and I couldn't be Prada Drop a song and yo status went nada In the booth if I'm tryna get proper I was a school boy just tryna get collard, greens Homie outside wit Alicia, Keys I made money from mics, they made money from fiends Root of all evil, what got me them tickets at regal So fuck whats illegal, I'm different, I really ain't get a handout I know half of these rappers were gimmicks I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pendant All them Os by my songs screamin' fuck yo opinion No need for a nigga to say that I'm winning It's fuck everybody the way I been feelin' I got me a bitch and my bitch got a bitch So they down for a threesome nigga, pimpin' This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ in Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin bezels every level Switch a Lambo for a Chevy Backseat heavy, from that heavy Want a bad bitch with the fetti When she ready bitch I'm ready Fuck the sex I want that Becky Gimme Becky if you let me I whip slow, my cook game steady Turn that boy into spaghetti If I ask a patna in my camp to handle something they just do it like they beefin' wit a Adidas, yea Bitches poppin' pussy for the same skinny nigga droppin' music ain't nobody had believe in, yea Took a couple Ls I ain't tweaking I got money to help all my reasons I got shorties from all major regions I jumped in the water and claiming the deep end Hold on Different Money, I'm countin' those, shorties, I'm poundin on, I know them niggas is pissed Ima, put a new Patek on, buy my bitch silicon then Ima double again Niggas ain't solid, I don't claim a friend, because when I was knocking you ain't let me in Niggas lose vision all over the pussy or snake the whole gang for a blue benjamin Witness, everyone say that I'm up I was stuck at the bottom you ain't give a fuck I don't care for a bitch, I ain't searchin' for love And I don't trust a soul if he ain't from above I ain't surfing a wave, I got locs, fuck a brush When I got in the game I was shit out of luck They would look at my pain and they ain't help me up If you mention my name say I don't give a fuck, bitch This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ in Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin bezels every level