[INTRO]
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All of my brags turn to facts
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And that’s why
[CHORUS]
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All my brags turn to facts, all my hundreds turn to racks
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All my ladies turn to snacks, SUVs black on— (Black on)
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SUVs black on black
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I was fuckin’ up, but now I’m back on track, that’s a fact, woo
[VERSE]
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Filet mignon, that’s on Jack
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I done turned a penthouse suite into my natural habitat
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I just got my taxes back, that shit cut my cash in half
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And it hurt (And it hurt), main chick say I’m a flirt
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Older women fall for me, I make ’em press that Life Alert
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I just took a flight back to the A, I’m ready to get right to work
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Me, I keep the coolest head even when they get hype at first
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Lotta people back at home, they tryna make it out the dirt
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Don’t stop pushin’, used to catch Z’s on the couch cushions
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Now I call the shots like I’m John Wooden (John Wooden)
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In the kitchen with my jewelry in the pot cookin’
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Walkin’ through the mall, and they can’t stop lookin’ (I ain’t lyin’)
[CHORUS]
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All my brags turn to facts, all my hundreds turn to racks
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All my ladies turn to snacks, SUVs black on— (Black on)
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SUVs black on black
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I was fuckin’ up, but now I’m back on track, that’s a fact
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Yeah, yeah, I’ve seen hitters turn to rats
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We went from hemis to them ‘Cats
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Remember trailed me in my Track’
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SUVs (SUVs), SUVs black on black
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I see ’em talking’ tough, can’t wait to slime ’em out, king slatt
[VERSE]
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Every car I get up in gotta have two up on the dash (Skrrt, skrrt)
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And every ho I want, every ho I want get smashed (You know that ho got smashed)
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Tryna reach for somethin’ around my neck,
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get hit with the whole mag (Don’t get cut about this glass)
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All these new VVs on me wet,
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you can blame Wafi for this glass (Wafi for this jewelry)
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We stand against the opps forever,
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ain’t no puttin’ shit in the past (Puttin’ shit in no past never)
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If you was lookin’ for and couldn’t find me,
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I was in my bag (I was in my bag)
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It’s sixty rounds under my chop,
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all my guns got extended mags (Guns got extended mags)
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Put no tags up on my Trackhawk ’cause
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I plan on doin’ the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
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After I get away, re wrap it all black (Re wrap it all black)
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Think ’bout your folks before you play,
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you gotta be smarter than that (Just be smarter than that)
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I’m tryna go back and rebuild the hood where
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I was starvin’ at (Where I was starvin’ at)
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And that’s a fact, you fuck with Harlow,
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I send hollow bullets just like a quarterback (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
[CHORUS]
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All my brags turn to facts, all my hundreds turn to racks
B
All my ladies turn to snacks, SUVs black on— (Black on)
B
SUVs black on black
B
I was fuckin’ up, but now I’m back on track, that’s a fact
B
Yeah, yeah, I’ve seen hitters turn to rats
B
We went from hemis to them ‘Cats
B
Remember trailed me in my Track’
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SUVs (SUVs), SUVs black on black
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I see ’em talking’ tough,
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can’t wait to slime ’em out, king slatt, blrrrd, blrrrd
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Blrrrd
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