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Astro yeah

Sun is down freezin' cold

That's how we already know

Winter's here

My dawg would probably

Do it for a Louis belt

That's just all he know

He don't know nothin' else

I tried to show 'em

I tried to show 'em

Gone on you with the pick and roll

Young La Flame he in sicko mode

Made this here

With all the ice on in the booth

At the gate outside

When they pull up

They get me loose

Yeah Jump Out boys

That's Nike boys hoppin' out coupes

This shit way too big

When we pull up give me the loot

Was off the Remy had a Papoose

Had to hit my old town

To duck the news

Two four hour lockdown

We made no moves

Now it's 4 AM

And I'm back up poppin' with the crew

I just landed in

Chase B mix this pop

Like Jamba Juice

Different colored chains

Think my jeweler really sellin' fruits

And they chokin' man

Know the crackers wish it was a noose

Some some some someone said

To win the retreat we all in too deep

Pl pl playin' for keeps

Don't play us for weak

To win the retreat we all in too deep

Pl pl playin' for keeps

Don't play us for weak

This shit way too formal

Y'all know I don’t follow suit

Stacey Dash most of these girls

Ain't got a clue

All of these hoes

I made off records I produced

I might take all my exes

And put 'em all in a group

Hit my esés I need the bootch

'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo

Told her hop in you comin' too

In the 305 bitches treat me

Like I'm Uncle Luke

Had to slop the top off

It's just a roof uh

She said where we goin'

I said the moon

We ain't even make it to the room

She thought it was the ocean

It's just the pool

Now I got her open

It's just the Goose

Who put this shit together

I'm the glue

Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue

Someone said

Pl playin' for keeps

Someone said

Motherfucker someone said

Don't play us for weak

She's in love with who I am

Back in high school

I used to bus it to the dance

Now I hit the FBO

With duffels in my hands

I did half a Xan

Thirteen hours 'til I land

Had me out like a light

Ayy yeah like a light ayy yeah

Like a light ayy

Slept through the flight ayy

Knocked for the night ayy 767 man

This shit got double bedroom man

I still got scores to settle man

I crept down the block

Made a right

Cut the lights paid the price

Niggas think it's sweet

It's on sight

Nothin' nice

Baguettes in my ice

Jesus Christ

Checks over stripes

That's what I like

That's what we like

Lost my respect you not a threat

When I shoot my shot

That shit wetty like I'm Sheck

See the shots that I took

Wet like I'm Book

Wet like I'm Lizzie

I be spinnin' Valley

Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy

Like where is he

No one seen him

I'm tryna clean 'em

She's in love with who I am

Back in high school

I used to bus it to the dance

Now I hit the FBO

With duffels in my hands

I did half a Xan

Thirteen hours 'til I land

Had me out like a light

Like a light

Like a light

Like a light

Yeah passed the dawgs a celly

Sendin' texts ain't sendin' kites yeah

He said keep that on lock

I say you know

This shit it's stife yeah

It's absolute yeah

I'm back reboot

LaFerrari to Jamba Juice yeah

We back on the road

They jumpin' off no parachute yeah

Shawty in the back

She said she workin' on her glutes

Ain't by the book

Yeah this how it look yeah

'Bout a check yeah

Just check the foots yeah

Pass this to my daughter

I'ma show her what it took

Baby mama cover Forbes

Got these other bitches shook

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