Intro (Nikko Bunkin in the trap yeah) Verse There he go again there he go again gain uh If I play at all Ima play to win win oh Im gon pray to God forgive me for my sins sins oh Keep a firearm scratchin lotto ticket oh Im little LeBron dunkin on the rim rim I aint from New York but if Im fightin Ill lace up the timbs Just to stomp a nigga brain and see what he thinkin Percs and blood in the sink been a long weekend That Codeine Ill pour I pop pills too I get so faded dont know what to do That Codeine Ill pour I pop pills too I get so faded dont know what to do I remember drivin Pontiacs Takin my clothes to the laundromat Now Im rich rich Im beyond that Fake friends dont get a call back I done upgraded to a Maybach MAC11 make еm hit a faceplant Gucci shades no RayBans Made hеr do the cliché dance Like gettin’ tattooed prayer hands Bitch Im that dude prolly the only reason why they bitches be fuckin Aint shit know some its some women that be drinkin and smokin and smilin yeah thats true All my niggas they be juggin and robbin and wildin Juggin and robbin and wildin Open Verse

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