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Cook that shit up, Quay Huh, I'm in the trap with Givenchy I'm in the trap, chopper give him an auntie, whoa Pray that the people don't find me, whoa, uh, huh Lot of my people got bodies, we ain't gon' tweet at nobody We just gon' pull up and shoot up the party I got my crew in the lobby One of my first ones got hit with a shotty Nah, for real Came out the street Grew up, they thought that we knew I was rabid, trappin' for real Nah, for real Niggas ain't street Ain't been no homis, nigga, it ain't been no clappin' Nah, for real Maison my feet Louis V all on my T, I be dipped that fashion, for real Nah, for real Fuck hoes by the three They passin' the flee, yeah, the sandals, you niggas be actors for real Hidin' out in traffic, I'm tryna run up my rackades, I'm on the grind for real Thirty on my nine, I did a whole 'nother time, ain't got no time to chill Don't do Ciroc, I'm sippin' plenty of Wock', thinkin' we pop the seal High school, the boys came to book me at lunch No the shit ain't no fun, I was hot, for real Ask where you goin', I really ran that shit down, been gettin' guap for real Shit ain't no joke, heavy in the city, we go, swervin' them droughts, for real Talkin' that shit, we just gon' pull up with sticks, ain't tryna box for real Motherfuck a tweet, bitch, keep that shit in the street, you can get shot for real Huh, I'm in the trap with Givenchy I'm in the trap, chopper give him an auntie, whoa Pray that the people don't find me, whoa, uh, huh Lot of my people got bodies, we ain't gon' tweet at nobody We just gon' pull up and shoot up the party I got my crew in the lobby One of my first ones got hit with a shotty Nah, for real Came out the street Grew up, they thought that we knew I was rabid, trappin' for real Nah, for real Niggas ain't street Ain't been no homis, nigga, it ain't been no clappin' Nah, for real Maison my feet Louis V all on my T, I be dipped that fashion, for real Nah, for real Fuck hoes by the three They passin' the flee, yeah, the sandals, you niggas be actors for real