Brr, brr

Doot, doot, doot, doot

Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr

Ayo

Ayo, pump in the Amiris got me walkin' up bow-legged

Free Sly (Free Sly), tell the feds free my oldhead

Your pathetics, speed had 'em like our way (Our way)

The crackhouse doorbell ring, god day

We only got twenties, bring nineteen, you dead (Ah, dead, *****)

I don't give a **** if you got nineteen-fifty, *****

Get the **** out of here with that bullshit

I got the best shit, *****

Ayo, you a dollar late and day short

Everyday, divide the dollar and servin' cutties shit that they snort

It was Off-White, now back to rockin' rugby with that race horse

Half a gram for a Virgil, have a blast and lift your face off

Like Scott Storch, this shit that I produce be the muy bueno

Late nights like Leno, I was movin' elbows out the rental

I'm lit with rap, that ain't coincidental

I seen a ***** take five acid tabs, that shit fried his mental

Son ain't been the same since, seen him the other day

I let him hold somethin', I'm real, won't look the other way

The streets'll take you, but won't bring you back, that's what my mother say

Run off with the pack, then your brother pay

Blast the Bushmaster at his beanie, my Billys blazin' like turkey day

Do the wonder, coldest shit in the verses that I display

At the top, it's really Rome and Gunn, the comp is miles away

My style is gunpowder in the crack vial, the Don is great

Do you dirty for dollars, the goonies gon' relate

The ***** mouth in my lap like the print on the BAPE

**** outta here, *****

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