And the miniature bear shop, you'll break it, release, that's it, it's Manny
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Hundred balls in and out, I ain't never seen a drought
Trappin' out my mama house, hide the money in her couch
I put all my niggas on, I'm not a fuckin' slouch
I can't lie, I had some doubt, still made it through it all
Closet look just like a mall, I need to add an escalator
I can never be a hater, all I do is show love
Nigga, I'm a whole plug, nigga, you a whole scrub
Hundreds bodies tall as Doug, I need this * as tall as y'all
Book bags hold four hundred thou, niggas know I know somethin'
Damn near had to say pause, brody tryna blow somethin'
I ain't hold a whole hundred, this Drake, he hold like seventy-five
Been fuckin' up by seventy-five, I'm cashin' out on good drivers
Niggas need to retire, big boss, don't you get fired
All bumped into a cow, don't like Ozzy, made an empire
Rollin' like his belt tire
Everything I sell fire
Ladies love the attire, I'm who the youngins admire
Let's keep it real, ran through a million pills
Custom steel, give me chills, I really think this * a thrill
Grown men pass the bill, my CPA gon' write it off
I'll spin your ass on the play if I feel somethin' off
Moist around, break it down, need no fresh up off the hound
Funny that I'm runnin' through this loud and I ain't makin' sound
Nigga, fine at the gross store, I'm walkin' out the farm
I'm only smokin' can of tea, backpack boys are twelve and one
High fame and still a pull-up on this block in Gunny Down
A hundred rounds on me every day, just to run around
Me and Fleur used to sell the dog food, puppy child
People used to hate me, now they actin' like they love me now
The Godfrey, next question, I'm sick, asbestos
Keep this big ass fin on me, bullets be against it
Fifty thousand on me every day, it make me sad
In the trap, runnin' out of bags, makin' Fleur get mad
My opps want me to go to jail, they know I'm on they ass
A million dollars ain't enough, that *'ll go so fast
I heard my opp was Ryan Stryker, hope his hoe ass clean
All my opps gon' be dead, like I don't know my dad
I make a fifty every month, I don't wanna brag
I ain't seen it in a while, man, I don't know my stash
I really got a M put up, I put that on my dad
I'm bout to drop a Maybach truck, I don't want no jack
Rent two hundred fifty thousand, up sellin' slur cans
Me and a guy racin' in Miami, I'm in a hurricane
Nigga, I been popped in, lost my pop, man, you don't know that pain
Slide on my opps by myself, I don't want no gang
Everybody tryin' to treat me different, I don't want my fame
I got a dollar on my chopper
Can't change you, me and bro the same