[Intro] "Mydnyght Menace made this remix, bitch!" "Steele Shinin’" (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Woah, uh, yeah, yeah (What?) Hunnid racks on me, bitch, I do it fully (What?) Glocky on my side, yeah, I move like a bully (Slatt!) [Chorus] I be pressin’ on these opps, I feel like a bully (Woah!) All this ice up on my neck, this shit lookin’ fully (Yeah!) If he talkin’ out his mouth, then we leave him woozy (Bah!) I got racks, I got straps, yeah, I keep a tooly (What?) I be pressin’ on these opps, I feel like a bully (Huh?) Hundred rounds in the drum, make his ass do a two-piece (Grrah!) Pull up tinted in that Ghost, this ain't no Suzuki (Skrrt!) I got bitches on my phone, yeah, they actin' choosy (Yeah!) [Verse 1] Huh, ridin’ round with that chop' (Chop') Tell that boy stop talkin’, we gon’ put him in a box (Woo!) Racks on me like tennis, yeah, my pockets full of knots (Racks!) If that boy ain't talkin' money, tell that boy to kick a rock (What?) I got hunnids, I got fifties, I got twenties on me (Yeah!) I be thumbin’ through that paper, it keep stackin’, lowkey (What?) Told my mama I ain't stressin’, we gon’ ball like Kobe (Swish!) All my diamonds dancin’, bitch, my chain cost like a Rollie (Woah!) [Chorus] I be pressin’ on these opps, I feel like a bully (Woah!) All this ice up on my neck, this shit lookin’ fully (Yeah!) If he talkin’ out his mouth, then we leave him woozy (Bah!) I got racks, I got straps, yeah, I keep a tooly (What?) I be pressin’ on these opps, I feel like a bully (Huh?) Hundred rounds in the drum, make his ass do a two-piece (Grrah!) Pull up tinted in that Ghost, this ain't no Suzuki (Skrrt!) I got bitches on my phone, yeah, they actin' choosy (Yeah!) [Verse 2] Uh, uh, I just hit a lick, I just spent it on some drip (What?) Shawty say she love me, told that ho to get a grip (Yeah!) I can't trust these bitches, they be switchin’ for a tip (Woah!) If he run up talkin’ reckless, we gon’ make that chopper spit (Grrah!) Ooh, foreign car, no lease (Skrrt!) Bitch, I been a dog, no leash (Grrr!) All my diamonds wet like Fiji, gotta drip up on my teeth (What?) Told that boy don’t play with me, he don’t wanna see the beast (Woah!) [Bridge] Uh, uh, hunnid racks, it’s fully (Racks!) Pockets fat, they juicy (Fat!) Choppa sing like Uzi (Bah!) That boy talk, he goofy (What?) [Chorus] I be pressin’ on these opps, I feel like a bully (Woah!) All this ice up on my neck, this shit lookin’ fully (Yeah!) If he talkin’ out his mouth, then we leave him woozy (Bah!) I got racks, I got straps, yeah, I keep a tooly (What?) I be pressin’ on these opps, I feel like a bully (Huh?) Hundred rounds in the drum, make his ass do a two-piece (Grrah!) Pull up tinted in that Ghost, this ain't no Suzuki (Skrrt!) I got bitches on my phone, yeah, they actin' choosy (Yeah!) [Outro] Uh, uh, yeah (What?) We don’t play that shit, we get active, uh (Yeah, yeah!) Told that boy don't talk too much, we pull up and subtract him (Bah!) Uh, yeah, racks on racks, my diamonds dancing' (Woah!) Huh, yeah, bitch, I'm up, I make it happen (Slatt!)
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