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Because it's the last ride ever gonna,
 that I'm ever gonna take at Astroworld
 Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
 That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
 She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway
 Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day
 Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
 Not with all the talkin', turned it to a closed case
 Look, bullets got duller, and it's vanilla
 All white, that Plain Jane, yeah
 The Rolls goin' better, hundred or better
 I took the money and flooded my bezel
 You diamond to rock, computed the setting
 VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
 I popped a molly to get on my level
 Rockin' that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
 Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
 Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11
 Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
 Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah
 Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
 That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
 She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
 Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day
 On the south side of town gettin' me a bald fade (yeah)
 Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it's lit)
 No can't trust her, she gon' leave us all laced (laced)
 Bust a bankroll in the club, where's Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
 Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
 That can never go (straight up)
 Angel in the snow (what?)
 Always leave me cold (iced)
 Leave it on the floor (what?)
 But she's slidin' from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Put it on speed
 You and ivory is all I need (skrrt)
 All agree, we gon' skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
 It's stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
 Way this summer goin' I might start my summer leave
 Every young nigga get a check and get a team
 Yeah, man's on the front line 'cause man's on his deen
 No small faces, it's just an AP beamin'
 Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
 That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
 She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
 Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day
 Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
 Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie
 You should gon' hide it, man it's too bad
 Like a bald nigga still wearin' du-rags, ha
 Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
 Don't have words with me 'cause I got a mind full
 I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
 Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
 Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
 Bet my wifey stay close, she know I'm on my Bezos
 Opioid addiction, pharmacy's the real trap
 Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
 One year it's Illuminati, next year it's the Sunken Place
 They don't want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
 I need someone else to make this drink, because
 You don't understand the juice to vodka ratio
 That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
 Never trust a bartender that don't drink, bitch
 We got bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
 And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby
 
 Because it's the last ride ever gonna,
 that I'm ever gonna take at Astroworld
 Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
 That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
 She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway
 Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day
 Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
 Not with all the talkin', turned it to a closed case
 Look, bullets got duller, and it's vanilla
 All white, that Plain Jane, yeah
 The Rolls goin' better, hundred or better
 I took the money and flooded my bezel
 You diamond to rock, computed the setting
 VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
 I popped a molly to get on my level
 Rockin' that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
 Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
 Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11
 Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
 Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah
 Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
 That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
 She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
 Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day
 On the south side of town gettin' me a bald fade (yeah)
 Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it's lit)
 No can't trust her, she gon' leave us all laced (laced)
 Bust a bankroll in the club, where's Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
 Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
 That can never go (straight up)
 Angel in the snow (what?)
 Always leave me cold (iced)
 Leave it on the floor (what?)
 But she's slidin' from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Put it on speed
 You and ivory is all I need (skrrt)
 All agree, we gon' skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
 It's stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
 Way this summer goin' I might start my summer leave
 Every young nigga get a check and get a team
 Yeah, man's on the front line 'cause man's on his deen
 No small faces, it's just an AP beamin'
 Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
 That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
 She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
 Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day
 Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
 Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie
 You should gon' hide it, man it's too bad
 Like a bald nigga still wearin' du-rags, ha
 Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
 Don't have words with me 'cause I got a mind full
 I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
 Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
 Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
 Bet my wifey stay close, she know I'm on my Bezos
 Opioid addiction, pharmacy's the real trap
 Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
 One year it's Illuminati, next year it's the Sunken Place
 They don't want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
 I need someone else to make this drink, because
 You don't understand the juice to vodka ratio
 That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
 Never trust a bartender that don't drink, bitch
 We got bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
 And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby
 

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Key
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