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(Kuru) I already know what shit she on Wide (wide) Wide (wide) Wide (wide) Wide (wide) Pssh, pssh State-wide (state) Top Kid across the state Bitch, we got mob ties We run the country State, I'm back on that old shit They be like, "What happened to Jace?" (Jace) I'm back on that fuck shit On that Top Kid shit (shit) Cujo pop out, he get on his ass, he stand on business They be like, "Lil' Jace, why the fuck you ass ain't never wear Cartier?" I'm coughin' too hard like a bomb in there, I'm aware ('ware) Hellcat lights, them bitches stare and it scare (scare) In this coupe, so they scheming behind it (behind) I'm gon' fuck her, ain't think about dine-in (what) Pussy nigga, better stay out the way (way) Out the way, you ain't think about dyin' (dyin') I feel like I'm seventeen Want a lil' more money I'm still stuck on bad habits (habits) I'm still on my journey, I ain't stop Thank God I could grab it (grab it) You know we met by chance (chance) I had to run them bands up (bands) I got an advance ('vance) And I chose to take us up Whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa) Whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa) (And I chose to take us) Okay, I chose to take us (take us) I ain't really tryna let shit break us (break us) Don't worry lil' baby, I got my gun on me in case they try to bake us (bake us) Get a mil', put a Phantom on acres Top Kid million, on million, on million (million) All new red Jeep like CThang I introduce Richard the million (million) I scream, "Real Murda Worth, shit" 'Cause I'm just tryna put the whole city on (city on) I'm black Jeep like Stone Cold, Steve and it's obsidian (obsidian) Hop in that SRT, get it on Tires get bald like JiDion (JiDion) I know all her tactics (JiDion) I already know what shit she on (she on) State-wide (state) Top Kid across the state Bitch, we got mob ties (state) We run the country (state) State, I'm back on that old shit They be like, "What happened to Jace?" (Jace) I'm back on that fuck shit On that Top Kid shit (shit) Cujo pop out, he get on his ass, he stand on business They be like, "Lil' Jace, why the fuck you ass ain't never wear Cartier?" Coughing too hard like a bomb in there, I'm aware ('ware) Hellcat lights, them bitches stare and it scare State-wide (state wide) Top Kid across the state Bitch, we got mob ties We run the country (dyin') State, I'm back on that old shit They be like, "What happened to Jace?" (what hasn't?) I'm back on that fuck shit, on that Top Kid shit Cujo pop out, he get on his ass, he stand on business (stand) They be like, "Lil' Jace, why the fuck you ass ain't never wear Cartier?" Coughing too hard like a bomb in there
Writer(s): Jace Lavoer Salter, Keegan Foley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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