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I just took off to Mexico
I bring the blicky out when it's cold
The ice like a freezer, it’s too froze
I won't respect you until you gone
Just look at the cuban it's pragno
I ain’t tryna come kick down yo door
I'll never run fades with a hoe (ugh)
I only run from the po'
I'm never letting these racks go
How they talk down on my name
And they acting like they your bro's
Heard they was down with the stain
And they ratting out to the po'
They treating this sh** like a game
Til that 4.5 hit yo dome
Lil smook in a whole different lane
Ima call but i'm off road
Ima call but i'm off road (yeah)
Putting these lil n***as on hoes
Remember times in the field with Lolo
Selling rocks with the gang at school ohh
Infinite shots like free throws
n***a yeah, smook going beast mode
Can’t text , leave you on seen hoe
n***a I really came from the streets tho’
They thought I was slow, they thought I had nothing to do
(Aye) they told me “Youngboy better go to school, or you ain't gon have no roof”
And now I live in the hills with the crew
Now I could afford a droptop Bentley coupe