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Yeah
DY Krazy
1-0-1-7
My new car like a hauler (yeah), got bitches sayin' I'm like their father (damn)
Trappin' with some shottas, ain't gon' tell you, but I know who robbed ya (yeah)
Young, I was a monster, said I'm coppin', now I'm fuckin' (I'm coppin')
I'm coppin' all year, he a flodger, he a liar (flockin'), fuckin' urban author
When I'm whippin', ain't no stoppin', performin' like I'm in Impala (damn)
I recall a hollow, make you spit up that lil pin you swallowed (yeah)
DY Krazy
1-0-1-7
My new car like a hauler (yeah), got bitches sayin' I'm like their father (damn)
Trappin' with some shottas, ain't gon' tell you, but I know who robbed ya (yeah)
Young, I was a monster, said I'm coppin', now I'm fuckin' (I'm coppin')
I'm coppin' all year, he a flodger, he a liar (flockin'), fuckin' urban author
When I'm whippin', ain't no stoppin', performin' like I'm in Impala (damn)
I recall a hollow, make you spit up that lil pin you swallowed (yeah)
By edge of tomorrow, sip some syrup 'cause I'm really bored
Fuckin' up these stores, don't do chores (yeah), play fast when record
Came through with some masks (masks), such a bad thing, her pussy crack (damn)
Know her pussy wack (wack), don't like these hoes, I'm a lumberjack (yeah)
Want your ass to smile (smile), take a hundred, bring a hundred back (bring it back)
My gun attached, act funny, then I'm bustin' back (Z Money)
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no Robins (Robins)
Yeah, all these bitches love me (these bitches love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control)
Fuckin' up these stores, don't do chores (yeah), play fast when record
Came through with some masks (masks), such a bad thing, her pussy crack (damn)
Know her pussy wack (wack), don't like these hoes, I'm a lumberjack (yeah)
Want your ass to smile (smile), take a hundred, bring a hundred back (bring it back)
My gun attached, act funny, then I'm bustin' back (Z Money)
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no Robins (Robins)
Yeah, all these bitches love me (these bitches love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no Robins (Robins)
Yeah, all these bitches love me (these bitches love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’
Yeah, you know what the fuck goin’ on, nigga
1017 shit, nigga
Puttin’ up a verse, nigga, this ain’t nothing new
Z Money, DY, what it do? Yeah
Always keep a rocket, Steve Francis, no I don’t have that carcass (damn)
Specialty is lockin’ the trap, now watch these niggas mockin’ (damn)
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no Robins (Robins)
Yeah, all these bitches love me (these bitches love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’
Yeah, you know what the fuck goin’ on, nigga
1017 shit, nigga
Puttin’ up a verse, nigga, this ain’t nothing new
Z Money, DY, what it do? Yeah
Always keep a rocket, Steve Francis, no I don’t have that carcass (damn)
Specialty is lockin’ the trap, now watch these niggas mockin’ (damn)
Hi Tech, shit the toppin’, function rocky, what we dirty poppin’
Balmain in my closet, bought the store, God damn, I need to stop it
Tiger Gucci sock, play like soccer, get hit with the mop stick
All y’all do is talk, all y’all bitches, you can’t hurt nobody (damn)
You get rich, cannot get the top of them, make deposits (yeah)
Stackin’ off my profit, got 50 thousand in every pocket (damn)
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no Robins (Robins)
Yeah, all these bitches love me (these bitches love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control)
Balmain in my closet, bought the store, God damn, I need to stop it
Tiger Gucci sock, play like soccer, get hit with the mop stick
All y’all do is talk, all y’all bitches, you can’t hurt nobody (damn)
You get rich, cannot get the top of them, make deposits (yeah)
Stackin’ off my profit, got 50 thousand in every pocket (damn)
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no Robins (Robins)
Yeah, all these bitches love me (these bitches love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no Robins (Robins)
Yeah, all these bitches love me (these bitches love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no Robins (Robins)
Yeah, all these bitches love me (these bitches love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’
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