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Gunnin' down the lane, hundred racks in my Gucci store

Gunnin' down the lane, hundred racks in my Gucci store

Too much coke, I’ve been servin' too much coke

Too much dope, I’ve been servin' too much dope

Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t

Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t

Too much coke, I’ve been servin' too much coke

Too much dope, I’ve been servin' too much dope

Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t

Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t

We down the brick and I smoke out the pound

Whippin' that white and I’m singin' that brown

Jump in the Benz and I’m makin' my rounds

Tank on my wrists when I shoot through the town

If you can’t swim, then I bet you would drown

Bag a bad bitch then I’m takin' it down

Got girls goin', I’m takin' a crown

When I come through, man, I’m shuttin' it down

they ain’t makin' a sound

sound

Stack up my feet when I step on the ground

Move with a grip, man, I’m standin' my ground

Team full of G’s, I don’t fuck with no clowns

with the pounds

Kick down his door, get hit with surrounds

Fuck it, I’m snappin', my

Too much sauce, I’ve been drippin' too much sauce

Too much sauce, I’ve been drippin' too much sauce

Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t

Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t

Gunnin' down the lane, hundred racks in my Gucci store

Gunnin' down the lane, hundred racks in my Gucci store

Too much coke, I’ve been servin' too much coke

Too much dope, I’ve been servin' too much dope

Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t

Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t

Too much coke, I’ve been servin' too much coke

Too much dope, I’ve been servin' too much dope

Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t

Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t

Flippin' the brick and I whip it some more

24 hoes and they all on go

Poppin' a xan and they keep me afloat

I whip out my dick and she like, «Woah, woah», yeah, gang

All these drugs got me goin' insane, hold up, what

on my name

Came up from nothin', now I’m chillin' out in LA

Bad bitches all around me goin' silly

Servin' pressure, yeah, you know we servin' all day

Makin' moves, bitch, I had to learn the hard way

Went from wearin' Levi’s, now I’m wearing Balmains

Haters hatin' on me, lookin' at me sideways

They just mad they won’t ever be in my place

Nut that hoe, then I skrt off in that i8

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Fuckin' my bitch, then I’m fuckin' her friends

She suckin' my dick while I’m countin' these bands

I don’t do 9's, all my bitches is 10's

I carry a 9, I ain’t trustin' no friends

Haters wanna see a nigga locked in a can

Always got niggas, I stuck to the plan

Hunnid' K, that’s ten rubber bands

On my life, whippin' that butter can

Got girls goin', on demand

Too much sauce, I’ve been drippin' too much sauce

Too much sauce, I’ve been drippin' too much sauce

Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t

Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t

Gunnin' down the lane, hundred racks in my Gucci store

Gunnin' down the lane, hundred racks in my Gucci store