Gusto

I just ran a four.4

Took a fine thang

From the city out to Soho

Hunnits in the air

Make it rain

Make the club snow

I just sent a ****

To his mammy with no gusto

Hottest in the city

'Cause the kid becoming cutthroat

We don't give no fucks though

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We don't give no fucks though

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I just ran a four.4

Took a fine thang

From the city out to Soho

Hunnits in the air

Make it rain

Make the club snow

I just sent a ****

To his mammy with no gusto

Hottest in the city

'Cause the kid becoming cutthroat

Cut off a couple friends

But I made a couple bucks though

Man I been through the rain

And I still ain't seen enough though

Been doing all I can

But I still ain't made enough, hoe

Do 30 on the track

Like I'm Usain Bolt

I can't do no talking

Bitch I'm too fried up

And I been on a mission

Going suicidal

Riding through the Mission

Got them butterfly doors

I done ran it up

And my old bitches stuck

I been smoking so much green

They must think I'm the plug

All I count is high dough

Stack it till the bands fall

Counting till my hands numb

I been going mando

Had my mama cooking pies

Now we in the hills though

I could never tell a lie

Unless I'm tryna get over

I ain't never fall behind

I just fall in forward motion

You can't stress me out online

I don't got no more emotions

Solstice baby

Shit get dark

And shit get crazy

A to B

Bitch you can't see me

I been cooling with my lady

I been grinding for my AP

Got some Oakley aviators

I can't see none of my haters

Got a green tint on my shaders

All these **** look like paper

I ain't asking

Bitch I'm taking

Take a playoff like the Lakers

Take a day off

Bitch crazy

Ain't no more shit could amaze me

Till I see what I been thinking

Ain't nobody gon' believe

Until you show 'em how you made it

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