fiends poke, hop in they arms
Lift up my sleeve, look at my arms,
In the 745, doin' the buck fifty
Amportino got work, my nigga,
Try and play on this road
and get your soul snatched
I can tell that it's new,
I can smell through the bag
because the odor's reekin'
All of my engines are new,
none of my motors squeakin'
just to ease through all the trauma
I got rank where I'm from,
like Franklin from Snowfall
I ain't tryin' to ball fast,
I'm cool with the slow ball
I ain't tryin' to fall fast,
We knock the album out quick,
Don, double -disc masterpiece
I'm pouring G in these streets
then you'll be levitatin'
and I got all of my game here
Go dummy, server bundles are raw
Niggas get shot, fiends poke,
Accurate to Seattle, we be hustlin' hard
Lift up my sleeve, look at my arms
In the 745, doin' a buck fifty
my nigga come fuck with you
all cash up front is no deals
all these rappers wack as fuck
she came back with the load
so you better keep a straight smoke tree
But never seen my teeth in the pig
Go dummy, several bundles of raw
Niggas get shot, fiends poke,
Accra to Seattle, we be hustlin' hard
Lift up my sleeve, look at my arms,
In the 745, doin' the buck fifty
You can get ten off the door
Ampuccino got work, my nigga,
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