[Intro: Najjee]

You see that my life

My life is exotic

I'm touching her body

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Police gon' knock on my door

A nigga won't let 'em in

[Verse 1: Najjee]

You see that my life is exotic

Foreign whip, puttin' on mileage

She wanna step into porn, outta the norm

She just graduated college

I'm stretching my dollars

From the muhfuckin' top to the bottom

Run the streets, got the murder rate risin'

Switch the SIM, I just swap out Verizon

Never denying, a nigga for running shit

Call me daddy, she don't know my government

And it's double F's all on my buckle

Fake friends in the huddle so fuck being humble, bitch

Got on whites like I stepped off a mothership

Got on whites like I stepped off the moon now

They say, "You too hot, you should cool down,"

Wanna copy my style, boy, the noose out

Keep trapping, now all of my brothers rich

Keep trapping, my mama need income

They say I make hit after hit and these bitches is lit

Two options, I pick one

Got a pot on the stove and it's bubbling

If I see me an opp, Imma split son

Brodie just came home, ringing my phone for a drill, like, "Which gun?"

We just gon' bring all this pain on the opps when they mention my name

And them niggas is dead

40 Below's, got the drop from a shawty

Her heart getting cold over dollars and bread

I do not know bout the treesh, but I know bout these streets

And the police wanna comb through my head

Asking me questions, you know what I said

Asking me questions, you know what I said

I said nothing, I said nothing

Keep that pistol, I ain't bluffin'

Yes, my heart so cold, I ain't cuffin'

And I never stop trapping, Tell all my niggas get it

Tell all my niggas get it and we rushin'

[Verse 2: Tre$o]

Rushin'

I got that stick in my bag, it's a Russian

Smoking that gas out the 'Wood, it's a rush

Smoking exotic, I'm high, man, I'm rushin'

Rushin', rushin'

When this stick hit he gon' get a concussion

And that ain't no wocky you sippin', no 'Tussin

I put a bag on his head, backdoor, rush it

She see them commas, I'm countin' Obamas

We strapped at the 'bnb, yeah we got llamas

They sleeping on '$o, I make hits in pajamas

I'm young and I'm handsome, might fuck on your mama, fo sho

Pat Cc got me rapping in here

Boy, these diamonds I keep 'round, no glass in my ear

Plain white tee, give a fuck about fashion in here

Boy don't play cuz I will clank the ratchet in here

Hold on, hold on

And I don't say sorry, I meant what I said

I sip on that water, then hop out the bed

Double C, we locked in 'til the end

And I keep making hits, I keep making it happen

And I want a Benz, but I dream bout the Aston

It's hard to stay mad when that money keep stackin'

I might sign a deal and get rich off of backends

I know soldiers that spin in Corollas

They just want a Benz, they just want a Rover

They swiping them bands, they slumping folks over

They leave with no witnesses, only Jehovah

Yeah, I smoke that zaza and I smoke that doja

And my brother put the Jolly's in his soda

And I just hit Johnny up for a quarter

When I get the Exo chain, boy, its over