24

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Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up
 Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
 R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
 I can make a cool 50K in less than 24 hours
 Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
 VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
 I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter
 Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
 I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
 Burnin' on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto
 Drippin' real hard when I'm hoppin' out two-door
 I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo
 30 laptops in my motherfuckin' condo
 White collar diamonds, nigga ballin' like Lonzo
 These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco
 Feelin' like Jim Jones, nigga, I'm a capo
 I'ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I'm feelin' like Pop Smoke
 Banana Cream Cake in my motherfuckin' headwrap
 If I don't like the smell, then the pack get sent back
 If I don't like his energy, I push a nigga shit back
 Megan had us all listenin' to Bagg, big facts
 Megan had us all listenin' to stream, big facts
 All that slick talkin' finna get a nigga kidnapped
 Gelonade got a nigga finna go and lift off
 I'ma empty out the magazine when I'm pissed off
 I'm on that Wedding Pie, it got me geeked
 My bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep
 I drop bud on the clock with the perfect technique
 I'ma hit from the rear, I wan' grab her obliques
 I ain't got time in the day for my females be mad at me
 Internet racks, I'ma run it up rapidly
 She know I'm vicious, I'm fuckin' her savagely
 She know I get racks, she know my mentality
 Grew up in the trap watching Kobe yam on a nigga
 Pull up in the Porsche, yeah, the Pan' on a nigga
 Yeah, pull up in the Dodge, yeah, the Ram on a nigga
 Anybody try, yeah, I'ma blam on niggas
 I'm the head bad guy, 50 different gridlines
 Turn a lacefront to a fire, fire hairline
 I was over drippin', I should start my own clothing line
 Got two jits, dawg, I'll die for both of mine
 I ain't never satisfied 'til my money increase
 Fucked up the profile, too many inquiries
 They be low-key hatin', I can hear 'em whispering
 All these baguette chains, you can see 'em glimmering
 Had to make a U-turn, I just seen a roadblock
 I ain't playin' no games, I ain't sparin' no opps
 It's a full moon now, so I'm burnin' Moon Rock
 Livin' off schemes, why is he on tip-top?
 Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
 R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
 I can make a cool 50K in less than 24 hours
 Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
 VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
 I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter
 Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
 I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
 Burnin' on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto
 Drippin' real hard when I'm hoppin' out two-door
 I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo
 30 laptops in my motherfuckin' condo
 White collar diamonds, nigga ballin' like Lonzo
 These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco
 Feelin' like Jim Jones, nigga, I'm a capo
 I'ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I'm feelin' like Pop Smoke
 

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Duration
02:40
Key
2
Tempo
126 BPM

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