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Ayy, yo, Zale, this shit sell off
Off to Neverland

Verse 1: Rockie Fresh
Yeah, we really gotta do it this time, running lights at the funeral line
Feeling like the two with the three in behind
Young nigga smoke blunts when I'm freeing my mind
You seeing the signs, you know my niggas coming correct
Self-made buzz, gotta show us respect
She say she impressed by the ten on my neck
She see the wrist and Rolls, said she wanna neglect, no
She wanna snort powder, she wanna see the towers
Fuck on me for hours
Yeah, I'm living like a dope dealer but the rap game paying more figures, don't know what they told niggas
I'm the one that showed niggas
Teach you the game, I'll come through, really big bro niggas
I remember getting no figures
Now the bad bitches want pictures and they wanna fuck with us
Yeah, she want Chanel bags
Rich and she wanna go tell that
Her man say he balling, where the stash at
Nigga really ain't a grab but he cap that Cap that
Damn, now he wanna battle rap Battle rap
Say he want beef, send the cattle back
Snitch for the cheese, he a rat pack
I just pulled in a ride and it's matte-black
Yeah, statements, he cannot retract that Retract that
Bitch, I get money, he lack that Lack that
I need a crib for my parents My parents
His momma looking embarrassed Embarrassed
These niggas way too anxious Anxious
Really, these niggas should thank us Thank us
Rap game way too dangerous Dangerous
You ain't even gotta be famous Famous

Chorus: Rockie Fresh
But you could still ride in the latest Yeah
Have bitches that's doing you favors Yeah
I gotta get to this paper
I need a crib with some acres
She wanna ball like a Laker Yeah
But I got no time to layup
She do the shots with no chaser
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer
And I am not stopping for strangers Nah
Nah, bitch I can't save you I can't save you
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer

Verse 2: Vic Mensa
I'm mashing the gas, on the damn run, Pyer Moss sneakers on, that's a rare find
Twelve get behind me, I'm runnin' like DMC, don't want no TMZ headlines
You know what it is with me, I'm moving differently, can't let them poison my energy
You shot yourself in the foot just by dissing me, now we just putting you out of your misery
We ain't seen you niggas outside with your dawgs, that shit is a Scooby-Doo mystery
She in my DMs, but she your BM, she swallow my kids, she ain't kissing me
It's just the Prince in me, my Ralph Lauren Purple Label
I'm making Young Money, Freeky got the Draco
Hit the boy up, now it's blood on my 'Fazos
Stop that cap, Vic ain't this, Vic ain't that
Vic in that Rick head-to-toe, where is Morty
Red light on the blick, now you think I'm recordin'
She give me psychology, I call it Freudian
I be with foenem, they tryna fold 'em
I cannot fold, I'm not an accordion
They say they looking for us and we ain't avoiding 'em

Chorus: Rockie Fresh
Yeah, and we gon' ride in the latest Yeah
Got bitches that's doing us favors Yeah
I gotta get to this paper
I need a crib with some acres
She wanna ball like a Laker Yeah
But I got no time to layup
She do the shots with no chaser
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer
And I am not stopping for strangers Nah
Nah, bitch I can't save you I can't save you
I push the coupe like a racer
I push the coupe like a racer Wait