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[Verse 1] I keep it so fucking hunnid Young nigga, no sense, but a whole bunch of hunnids Think about the rap names in this fucking rap game On my soul with these soles Imma so fucking run it You know me and my team blew up this summer Last year on tour with Dizzy doing a bunch of numbers Niggas thought I missed my shot I was doing it up and under Bitch my crew is with the shit you ain't screwing no fucking plumbers I went quiet for a second but I'm back though Let 'em run with the name for a second I need it back though Faced that my window had closed I said "Fuck it" and took the back door I keep bands, hold the drum roll bitch I don't play games like the console, bitch [?] When I wake up in the morning, have my blunts rolled bitch [Hook] We them niggas on top You know the car ain't got a top If you ain't trynna fuck then give me top She a freak, says she likes it on top Presidential suite at the top Me and my niggas on top All-Seeing Eye, we forever on top We forever on top [Verse 2] I'm going hard and I'm hardly in drive Forever on top, the All-Seeing Eye Ain't none of these niggas at all seeing, nah I really match the hype, real talk, be advised Like a barrel on a checker key, posing around me Real stoner type, bitches know what blow it down means You make plans, she blow you off cause she blowing down me I'm in my own lane, pacing, go around me I live a fast life, they're like slow it down, G Craps table with my niggas and we throwing down G's Just rolled a homie told him "Hold it down G" Nigga hold the city down cause they holding down me Always had a thing for a foreigner Me in the [?] and we pouring up When we leave the scene they call the coroner [?] [Hook]