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I got dead friends

Like I'm in the morgue

Counting all this dead men

60k just for the summer

I think I'll start a new trend

He a yes man

Dick riding for clout

Why don't you be a man

And stand on what you say

Or send you flying like you Peter Pan

I've been balling for too long

Like ima Ela Mai

She gonna come and do what I want

Just cause a nigga say

Crystal balls shine like a sea

Diamonds dancing aye

Sippin 8s by the pint

Mixed with lemonade

If I could wish upon a star

I'll want over a Milly racks

Tic for tac

Fucking with the others

You gonna pay the tax

Ghetto baby from the mud

I had to go cleanup my tracks

Stuck inside the trap

Once I reach 500 ain't no going back

Got some much work wrapped in plastic

Thought I was a dough boy

No boy, this all exotic

Heavy hit your soul boy

Buddy tried snake me for a play

Should've knew he was a ho

Trynna zo a grand finesser

That gonna come with a toll

Walk down I can show em a bully

Big gas, I'm smoking cookies

Cash right cause we getting busy

Bend the block to

Spin it back

Spin it back

Walk down I can show em a bully

Finesse with a price, I ain't too boujee

Same guy from the days they knew me

I got dead friends

Like I'm in the morgue

Counting all this dead men

60k just for the summer

I think I'll start a new trend

He a yes man

Dick riding for clout

Why don't you be a man

And stand on what you say

Or send you flying like you Peter Pan

I've been balling for too long

Like ima Ela Mai

She gonna come and do what I want

Just cause a nigga say

Crystal balls shine like a sea

Diamonds dancing aye

Sippin 8s by the pint

Mixed with lemonade