[intro]
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[Verse 1]
I'm on my way to Texas, finna meet a nigga in a pure gold Lexus
With plenty keys, stackin’ cheese, you should see his necklace
He damn near blind me from the diamonds gleamin' on his neck
He got on Gators in a club guy got on a Tommy set
I can't be messed up, I gotta get my ass in
He asked who I messed with, I told him I had no fellow friends
He told me some shit was dumped from all of the keys, that we could still stay in touch
I told him, whatever, whatever, I’m thinkin' of tryin' this nigga's nuts
But he was super straight, finally fell off in his crib
On top of a mattress, sippin' on Don, that's the way to livе
I got my ticket to my flight, I'm flyin' first class
Conversate with supеrstars, autographs I pass
I made ’em that Memphis tape with Sound lookin’ for my dope
It's somber creepin’, nigs write redruM by the grocery store
I told 'em my brother B took me, 'cause I have no fuckin' friends
I got that dope out to the club, this shit will sell me in
[Verse 2]
Next day, everybody know Lil’ Yo got them twenty-five eighths
Wholesale, two for the fifteen, droppin' 'em on the triple beam
Little kids say, hit a bit of that dope, fifty-five pounds of the light green shit
Ask 'em for the twenty-five, ain't that pure
Give it to the little man, don't come near
Flexin' in a Lexus 'cause I got my fuckin' ass in
I went from tennis shoes to Gators by the weekend
Kids off in the red, I'm finna think about somethin' else to eat
I got a call from the east of Austin 'bout the key
FBI they went to my home, so I'm stayin' at the tel'
Me and Eazy choppin' up the Yayo, one more bird to sell
Mane, I'm goin' broke, I got to switch to drinkin' Maker's Set
I heard a cock from a Glock, it quickly made me think
[OUTRO]
*laught*