Drop-drop-drop Top Two Seater Me And My Gucci
Drop-drop Top Two Seater Me And My Gucci
Drop-drop-drop Top Two Seater Me And My Gucci
Drop-drop Top Two Seater Me And My Gucci


I roll screw, candy applegenni on em
Gucci vest, white T, Nikes matching on em
Chicks tryna catch I throw a couple dreams on em
It's the weatherman, and I'm about rain on em
Drop hits on em magic like tricks on em
And they can never be me, cause I throw a hats on em
I gotta Benz truck, a made boc
Yellow two seater Bentley like a lemon drop
Where a hundred grand, chest about three hundred grand
Identify me when you see me pop that rubbaband
Used to lookin chicks sideways since a young boy
Gotta crush on dat dollar ever since a young boy
Now life's a candy store as if I was a young boy
Living life fast lane, rollin in them big toys
To the white mall, in them suburbs
Bout to buy it all, and take some numbers




I'm in hot pursuit, cause I'm a paper chaser
In that coupe switching lanes like I'm speed racing
Speeding like a drunk on the weekend
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Crash the fluid like (WHOSSH) What we drinking?
I just blew one and then I'm feeling so right
Look in my rearview and I am lookin so tight
I gotta hood chick, but all she wanna do is fight
I gotta model chick but she stay higher than a kite
I walk up in da club, you would think I froze time
Been a playa mayne, ever since the street sign
Draped up gotta million, face on it watermelon
Contracts up, Kels about to make a killin
I ain't only in the game, I'm from running it
Fourth Quarter... give me the ball, bitch
To the white mall, in the suburbs
Bout to buy it all, and take some numbers




Yeah, man I gotta lot of hoes
Yup, I'm bragging I got alot of clothes
Yup, I'm bragging I got alot of cars
Yup, I'm bragging, bitch I'm a superstar
And Yup I'm bragging I got alot of ice
Yup, I'm bragging got stunners on at night
Yup, I'm bragging I'm ballin in the club
Yup, I'm bragging and I don't giva fuck

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