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  • The way my wrist glist'
    I make a hood ***** say "Damn!"
    My neck-lace represent the fact
    I go ham It's lonely up here, man
    I need to come down
    So many O's
    I made the bank teller pass out
    My trap house floors lookin like a
    Magic City
    Monday But ain't no singles, it's just big head hundreds
    My car's gettin watched by this ugly-ass junkie
    I keep laughin like a woman but it ain't **** funny (ha)
    I'm posted in the trap and my country boys comin
    I'm hood rich *****, still servin two dummies
    I'm gettin on your nerves cause
    Gucci got money
    The charm is absurd but the rims are all shiny [Chorus]
    I mic check,
    I mic check, now it's time the chicken talk
    One scratch on my
    Nike checks,
    I cop another pair
    I got stacks on deck, make the girl break her neck when she hit the bubble kush the ***** coughed up her breakfast
    I'm the realest make a bet,
    I bet the checks don't bounce
    So much cash in the bag
    I make accountants lose count
    Your girl say she love to see a thug iced out
    With me and
    Speedy on the track it's the return of chicken talk
    Gucci! [Chorus]
  • The way my wrist glist'
    I make a hood ***** say "Damn!"
    My neck-lace represent the fact
    I go ham It's lonely up here, man
    I need to come down
    So many O's
    I made the bank teller pass out
    My trap house floors lookin like a
    Magic City
    Monday But ain't no singles, it's just big head hundreds
    My car's gettin watched by this ugly-ass junkie
    I keep laughin like a woman but it ain't **** funny (ha)
    I'm posted in the trap and my country boys comin
    I'm hood rich *****, still servin two dummies
    I'm gettin on your nerves cause
    Gucci got money
    The charm is absurd but the rims are all shiny [Chorus]
    I mic check,
    I mic check, now it's time the chicken talk
    One scratch on my
    Nike checks,
    I cop another pair
    I got stacks on deck, make the girl break her neck when she hit the bubble kush the ***** coughed up her breakfast
    I'm the realest make a bet,
    I bet the checks don't bounce
    So much cash in the bag
    I make accountants lose count
    Your girl say she love to see a thug iced out
    With me and
    Speedy on the track it's the return of chicken talk
    Gucci! [Chorus]