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Maybachs, back to back, we got ten of these
All black, all strapped, that's the energy
Still trap, that's no cap, they'll remember me
All slaps we on the map like the Kennedys
All facts, she throw it back to my melodies
Hundred racks, your booby trap got the best of me
Great sex, off Percocets, give me energy
All slaps, we on the map like the Kennedys

I'm extra, I like it extra
And we ain't pullin' up in Tesla, can't do no Vespa
Got fifty chains, gon' puff my chest up, feel like a wrestler
No, she can't treat me like I'm regular, she lift her legs up
Nah, I ain't down to f*ck the ugly friend, I need the best one
You always talkin' 'bout some money, bitch, you need to get some
And everybody know my body 'cause I'm down to catch one
And If I step inside the party, bet the owner spent somethin'
The streets ain't been the same since Rich and 'em, this shit is sickenin'
Like ten years plus, we runnin' shit, it's great conditionin'
The coca in the pot is sizzlin', my nose is ticklin'
I'm whippin' it with both hands, bitch, I'm double dribblin'

Maybachs, back to back, we got ten of these
All black, all strapped, that's the energy
Still trap, that's no cap, they'll remember me
All slaps, we on the map like the Kennedys
All facts, she throw it back to my melodies
Hundred racks, your booby trap got the best of me
Great sex, off Percocets, give me energy
All slaps, we on the map like the Kennedys

All white, I'm so godly
Ask the streets, I hold pipes, I'm so Bobby
And I lived a hard life, seen cold bodies after cold bodies
Someone get control of this bitch, I don't even know, shawty
Uh, they thought that my G-Wagen was rented
Bulletproof, I got it tinted
When they see me, they see money, so it got them in they feelings
Almost dropped the top, forgot there's stars inside my ceilin'
Laid back, first class with no bags, I'm goin' shoppin'
When the plane lands with main smash and second option
Niggas sayin' this and sayin' that is how they coppin'
Really made men talkin' bout the top's the only topic

Maybachs, back to back, we got ten of these
All black, all strapped, that's the energy
Still trap, that's no cap, they'll remember me
All slaps, we on the map like the Kennedys
All facts, she throw it back to my melodies
Hundred racks, your booby trap got the best of me
Great sex, off Percocets, give me energy
All slaps, we on the map like the Kennedys
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Maybachs, back to back, we got ten of these
All black, all strapped, that's the energy
Still trap, that's no cap, they'll remember me
All slaps we on the map like the Kennedys
All facts, she throw it back to my melodies
Hundred racks, your booby trap got the best of me
Great sex, off Percocets, give me energy
All slaps, we on the map like the Kennedys

I'm extra, I like it extra
And we ain't pullin' up in Tesla, can't do no Vespa
Got fifty chains, gon' puff my chest up, feel like a wrestler
No, she can't treat me like I'm regular, she lift her legs up
Nah, I ain't down to f*ck the ugly friend, I need the best one
You always talkin' 'bout some money, bitch, you need to get some
And everybody know my body 'cause I'm down to catch one
And If I step inside the party, bet the owner spent somethin'
The streets ain't been the same since Rich and 'em, this shit is sickenin'
Like ten years plus, we runnin' shit, it's great conditionin'
The coca in the pot is sizzlin', my nose is ticklin'
I'm whippin' it with both hands, bitch, I'm double dribblin'

Maybachs, back to back, we got ten of these
All black, all strapped, that's the energy
Still trap, that's no cap, they'll remember me
All slaps, we on the map like the Kennedys
All facts, she throw it back to my melodies
Hundred racks, your booby trap got the best of me
Great sex, off Percocets, give me energy
All slaps, we on the map like the Kennedys

All white, I'm so godly
Ask the streets, I hold pipes, I'm so Bobby
And I lived a hard life, seen cold bodies after cold bodies
Someone get control of this bitch, I don't even know, shawty
Uh, they thought that my G-Wagen was rented
Bulletproof, I got it tinted
When they see me, they see money, so it got them in they feelings
Almost dropped the top, forgot there's stars inside my ceilin'
Laid back, first class with no bags, I'm goin' shoppin'
When the plane lands with main smash and second option
Niggas sayin' this and sayin' that is how they coppin'
Really made men talkin' bout the top's the only topic

Maybachs, back to back, we got ten of these
All black, all strapped, that's the energy
Still trap, that's no cap, they'll remember me
All slaps, we on the map like the Kennedys
All facts, she throw it back to my melodies
Hundred racks, your booby trap got the best of me
Great sex, off Percocets, give me energy
All slaps, we on the map like the Kennedys
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Writer: Raynford Avery Humphrey, SAUCEboy, DNNY PHNTM, TheBoyKam, Kevin Mitchell
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