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rollin hard with five fives
And floss in him mama s benz, white fitted Daddy, see my shit blindin
Birdman stunna, ballin one them bitches, his shit don t shine
what kind of shit you on
They fruity pebbles, and i heard his shit tick tick tickin
Just like flinstones, i shine like a lighthouse
tuck that ice in
and get gangrene at the arm
I shine like a lighthouse, wearin fuckin rhinestones
That shit for gazey, all my shit paid for
Tuck that ice in, nigga the g-way
Cause that shit ain t real, what kind of shit you on
twenty grand for a watch
Invest in a smaller hit town, see i ain t none of them, round winter time just rent it out
They asked the kid the difference between mine and his, that shit for gazey Ya, cause that shit ain t real
Round winter time just rent it out, change on the weekend, just like flinstones
Shock callin on them bitches, wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches
My shit is platinum, make it my florida home for the summer
They asked the kid the difference between mine and his, your chain is crazy
Wearin fuckin rhinestones, nigga got them thangs out
Real fucking street ballers, them ain t fuckin diamonds
real nigga s do real thangs
i shine like a lighthouse
What kind of shit you on, unless its copper or stainless steel Ya, real nigga s do real thangs
are breakin thangs in
Birdman stunna, that shit for gazey, tuck that ice in
real fucking street ballers
Who ride around on rented rims, these assholes wearin white gold
Tuck that ice in, nigga we don t sit in jail
white fitted
This nigga trippin, over some mother-fuckin slum
see i m to smart for this cause
And it ain t real, but his diamonds cloudy
And get gangrene at the arm, just like flinstones Ice, change on the weekend
change on the weekend