[Intro] [high-pitched synth melody, record scratch] [808 bass enters] A.O.G. (Uh, yeah) [Chorus] [full trap drums, rapid hi-hats] In the benzi too lits, two-fifty on the wrist (Facts) Hits a rap like it fits, now he wanna drop a kiss (Straight up) Lately I've been on the spend goldcard type shit (Uh-huh) Get the drop on a little list, I'll send a blitz Back at this money let's talk about it, I put A.O.G. in chalk about it New spit off the showroom floor, spledit spent about a hundred thousand Streets made me, big five shit, I'm the acid one coming out it Come through the mask, stick on me, I ain't never gonna come without it [Verse 1] we watch dancing again, won't go unless my fan get in They gon' act like a chance again, here he go spinning these bands again My main goal was coming to heat the streets, I told 'em my plans again Yeah, old new friends, this only the brand, my band you can't get in Yeah, creepy doll let the bankroll, it look easy Come to my set, my whole block known for putting O.G. on MC Long live Troop, I played it and we turned a baby Houdini V.I.P. I'll have a Martini, ice it, face it, they can't see me In the benzi too lits, two-fifty on the wrist Hits a rap like it fits, now he wanna drop a kiss Lately I've been on the spend goldcard type shit Get the drop on a little list, I'll send a blitz I used to shop at Aldi, how I end up with a diss? (Let's go) How I end up in everything that I had wanted when we was kids? (Real talk) Thinking about all of the nights that we had to eat, so I did what I did (Come on) I had to learn this shit ain't about being lit, so I handle my biz (Hey) I had to learn these girls, trip, and none of 'em come to the crib (Come on) I had to learn through all of the L's and bro it is what it is (Straight up) I'm reading the room, here go the key to the room (What?) Here go the key to my heart, psych, babe we leaving at noon (Real talk) I sent her a Uber, she said she a U-tuber and she go to Bloom (Let's go) I ain't jumping no broom, I came to sweep it like it was a boom And I came to spit, I ain't nothing to prove, I did everything that I said I'ma do (Come on) It ain't nothing to lose, I came back swinging and I got my groove [Chorus] [808 bass slides] In the benzi too lits, two-fifty on the wrist Hit a rap like it fits, now he wanna drop a kiss Lately I've been on the spend goldcard type shit Get the drop on a little list, I'll send a blitz [Outro] [drums drop out, synth melody fades]
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