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[Lyrics]

Left pocket, my glizzy, my back pocket hold a blue red
Right pocket, got rackies, stuffed all in it, let me finish
Shopping sprees at Lennox, new Chanel, and Louis linens
Don't come around if you ain't gang, I don't know you niggas
I BBL my bitch, yeah, yeah
She conceal and hold my glick, yeah, yeah
It's all VVs when I piss, yeah, yeah
My opps see me, they get sick, yeah, yeah

Junkies at my house, serving up like a 9 to 5
I feel like I'm Jamie on the corner, I had to survive
I was in that pot, Betty Crock, I had the supply
Get rich or die trying, mask up, I gotta provide

Jumped off the porch when I turned 16
Clutching the glock while I brush my teeth
Chrome heart on my back, cause I move with crosses
Running to the cash, I can't get exhausted
Get it by any means, I can't take no losses
How they count me out
I was giving sauce when they said it was a drought
Brought her to the bando, never to my house
Every time I leave the club, I'm switching up my route
Gotta book through Dylan, if you're trying to bring me out
She be happy when I call, cause she know what I'm about
Two cups, doubled up, it's just a Texas thing
Big chains, gold teeth, that's how I leave the scene

Left pocket, my glizzy, my back pocket hold a blue red
Right pocket, get rocky, stuffed all in it, let me finish
Shopping sprees at Lennox, new Chanel, and Louis linens
Don't come around if you ain't gang, I don't know you niggas
I BBL my bitch, yeah, yeah
She conceal and hold my glick, yeah, yeah
It's all VVs when I piss, yeah, yeah
My opps see me, they get sick, yeah, yeah

It's all foreign in my whip
I don't like a born bitch
Yeah, this touring got me rich
I want the wocky, not the trish
I sold grams, dog, and piss
I ain't have a pot to piss
Now my hallway long as fuck
I got a aquarium and fish, yeah
Cartier, big C's, I ain't gotta throw no signs, my glasses do
Yeah, my checks don't bounce, but I bet they asses do
Playing trap and screwed, I'm in Houston in the fastest coupe
Niggas broke as fuck, don't get the joke, that's why we laugh at dude
Rich-ass nigga, baller with tendencies
Play with me, you a memory
Mamas playing symphonies
Drop codeine in my sip of lean

Left pocket, my glizzy, my back pocket hold a blue red
Right pocket, get rocky, stuffed all in it, let me finish
Shopping sprees at Lennox, new Chanel, and Louis linens
Don't come around if you ain't gang, I don't know you niggas
I BBL my bitch, yeah, yeah
She conceal and hold my glick, yeah, yeah
It's all VVs when I piss, yeah, yeah
My opps see me, they get sick, yeah, yeah

By Any Means feat. Fedd the God

Kyle The Hooligan

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