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[Verse 1]
Brown boy from the block, yeah, I turned into a big deal (Brown boy)
I got foreign toys, I put Forgis on my Hot Wheels
Met my favorite rappers and I found out that they not real
All my enemies are gone, I’m riding with my Glock still
Vibes at the telly, they so bad, yeah, they deli
Rubbin’ on my lean belly, f**king with twins and they friendly
It ain’t tricking if I got and I still ain’t pay a penny, yeah
Drunk inside an XO party, unlimited Remy, yeah (Yeah)
Got me a bad b**ch and I put her on her back (On her back)
Slime love all the time, we saying, “Slatt” (Slatt)
Aventador SV, the roof detach
I got designer in every color, I don’t gotta match
[Chorus]
Porsche GT3 got frog eyes, yeah
When I’m out in Houston, I got lots of mob ties, yeah
Cartier with diamonds in the face, I’m killing time, yeah
She said she an artist, now she starting to kill my high, yeah (Shut up)
Said she want a threesome when she sexual, what, she bi? Yeah
I can teach you how to float, got pills for you to try, yeah
All these other rappers cap, I know that I’m the highest
When it come to brown boys, ain’t no question, I’m the flyest
[Verse 2]
Don’t care about the price, if I like it, I’ma buy it
Said she never sucked a dick before, I made her try it
Gas inside my tank, I’m smoking nothing but the finest
When it come to XO, everything I say is biased
All my shooters dropping bodies, they don’t do it tensely
If it don’t make dollars for me, it don’t make no sense, yeah
I was rolling but I still meant everything I said, yeah
For my opps, I’m dropping bags until all of them dead, yeah
Stacking up my chips, I’m getting extra guap (Guap, guap)
Thirty clip reloaded, I put extra shots (Pop, pop)
On my birthday, Cash got me an extra watch
Invited all the vibes, now we got extra thots (Thotties)
[Chorus]
Porsche GT3 got frog eyes, yeah
When I’m out in Houston, I got lots of mob ties, yeah
Cartier with diamonds in the face, I’m killing time, yeah
She said she an artist, now she starting to kill my high, yeah (Shut up)
Said she want a threesome when she sexual, what, she bi? Yeah
I can teach you how to float, got pills for you to try, yeah
All these other rappers cap, I know that I’m the highest
When it come to brown boys, ain’t no question, I’m the flyest



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