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From the D To the A (feat. Lil Yachty)

Off top, run a nigga out his socks

Niggas talk more than bitches

Niggas really be on cock though

Just fucked a ho out in France

Paint her face like Picasso

I iced out my vatos, I'm really up

Big ass Beamer, big Benz and my Bentley next

Don't play around on my phone, ho, gimme sex

Watch on my wrist out of date, but it's Rolex

Grizzley up next, I'm up now

Strap your bullet vest

500 50's, 600 hundreds

700 20's, let's get straight to it

800 10's, what's that? 8 bands

Hit the store and get some rubber bands

Let's get straight to it

Everybody come together, everybody got the plan

He came with you, so if he steal it fall on you, he on your ass

Have your mans call his mans, make sure they ain't movin' fast

Soon as they touch Atlanta, get with Boat

Secure the bag, nigga

Oh, A bag secure, that's on my mama, bro

Asian lil' ho, she ride that dick, Yokohama flow

Made that shit double, got an Uzi, I don't scuffle

Not a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag

Niggas only aimin' in the sky, call those Air Mags

All up in Neiman's, coppin' shit like fuck a price tag

I'm ballin', ain't near a rap nigga in the game that I'm callin'

If I need help, I'll dial it by my se-celf

You swear your bitch faithful, she sent her location

I hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic (Crazy)

Chop with the laser, get decapitated

Can't smoke, I'm on papers, hold on... this my Jamaican (love one)

Niggas want me dead, so I'm steady prayin'

Ain't no disrespect without retaliation

Fuck a hotel, I hit her in the basement

Text her later like, "I'm done with you

I got a situation, baby"

Well shit, bro, let me get her then

I'ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion's den

Nigga talkin' down, my bro got more heat than a fryin' pan

Gucci 'round my hair, wrapped tight like I'm Taliban

Like I'm Taliban, how we drop shit, go

Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks

Touch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped

Don't ask the price if you know you ain't tryna cop shitYou the type to look around but never cop shit, ayy

I'm the type to buy the store, make them restock it, ayy

Beam on everythin' I own, I will not miss

Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin' cockpit

Yachty, I might stop rappin' for this one reason (oh, for real?)

If the Feds hear this shit I'm doin' a hundred seasons

In the hood, shootin' craps in my Yeezys

Put angels on you niggas who be playin' like y'all demons, you dig?Middle finger to them niggas hatin' and fakin'

They plottin' on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration

Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation

Every real nigga livin' will respect this collaborationWe the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out

Say you winnin' one more time, I'm pullin' trophies out

Niggas know we out, no Shaqs, all Kobes out

In other words, I'm with all shooters that'll blow you downFrom the D to the A, put respect on it

If that's your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it?

I'm from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth

I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your leaseLease, nigga

Chain on my dresser next to my indictment

When they said not guilty I was so excited

From the A to the D, bitch you heard Yachty

Wraith comin' this summer, I'ma have your bitch drivin'

Bitch!

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