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712 PM Lyrics

[Intro]
(8…)
(wheezy outta here)

[Verse 1]
Sitting behind five percent, you can see the chinain
A little one goes crazy, ready to run for ginang
If it wasn’t for Google, man that bitch wouldn’t know my nickname
I dropped a Maybach truck on a watch and it was just Jane
Let the door slam, slam the door open, smell the cocaine
Smuggle the drug money and trap that lane
Walkin’ all in the mud, that female dog can’t wait to tie my shoelace
Oh she don’t like girls, bet that money make a female dog so gay

[Chorus]
Very long money, big like King Kong when you blow the trap
Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones, I put that thing on
Digging in her back, I pull out my money, I blow a female dog
Came out the bando just to buy diapers, had to give me a lick
I bought the Tahoe with the trap money, ain’t even seen a brick
Cocaine by the kilo, these days, put it right on my wrist
You can still see the chain on sitting behind five percent

[Verse 2]
Every time I re-up, they have to advance at least twenty M
I’ve been getting richer my whole career
I took the dope money, went to record a mixtape, that’s the rappers out
Sitting on bail with a big K, ain’t even got a couch
In Australia I’m familiar, I spent two mil on a jet
In this dualie doing the dash, I let the little dude hold a TEC
I had Molly with the crystals, but I came back to do X
Got a Rolex on my wrist, that bitch cost a Corvette
Give these niggas some bands and hit your face and hit your chest
I was rolling the pills, never shoulda fucked the female dog
I got hoes, these niggas got married, I ain’t let ’em go, they get away with it
Got my fentanyl in my diamonds, spend a nine on a pair of shoes
I don’t even care who these niggas shot, none of them got shot
I got real killers, they’ll kill a dude, then go shoot the hearse
You think a guy like me gives a damn about a guy shooting up the church?
Gotta take this shit with God ’cause I’m a god on earth
I got that damn new Benz, ain’t even driven it since it came out
A couple of bad bitches, they twins, walking naked through my house
Cook some good dope in the kitchen, I might do that top shelf
Bitches always beg me, I haven’t fucked in over a year

[Chorus]
Cartier wrist, Cartier watch, Cartier diamond
Very long money, big like King Kong when you blow the trap
Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones, I put that thing on
Dig in his back, pull out my money, make a female dog bust a nut
Came out the bando just to buy diapers, had to give myself a lick
I bought the Tahoe with the trap money, ain’t even seen a brick
Cocaine by the kilo, these days, put it right on my wrist
You can still see the chain on sitting behind five percent

[Outro]
Sitting behind five percent, you can see the chinain
A little one goes crazy, ready to run for ginang
Walkin’ all in the mud, that female dog can’t wait to tie my shoelace
Oh she don’t like girls, bet that money make a female dog so gay

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