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    Astro, yeah
    Sun is down, freezin' cold
    That's how we already know, winter's here
    My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
    That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
    I tried to show 'em, yeah
    I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Gone on you with the pick and roll
    Young La Flame, he in sicko mode

    Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
    At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
    Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
    This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot
    (gimme the loot!)
    Was off the Remy, had to Papoose
    Had to hit my old town to duck the news
    Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
    Now it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
    I just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
    Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
    And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

    Some-some-some, someone said
    To win the retreat, we all in too deep
    P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)
    To win the retreat, we all in too deep
    P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)

    This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
    Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
    All of these hoes I made off records I produced
    I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
    Hit my eses, I need the booch
    'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
    Told her "Hop in, you comin' too"
    In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
    (don't stop, pop that pussy!)
    Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh
    She said "Where we goin'? " I said "The moon"
    We ain't even make it to the room
    She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
    Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
    Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said)
    Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue

    (Someone said) P-playin' for keeps
    Someone said, motherf- what someone said
    Don't play us for weak

    Yeah
    Astro, yeah, yeah
    Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
    Ay, ay

    She's in love with who I am
    Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
    Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
    I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
    Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah, like a light, ayy, yeah
    Like a light, ayy

    Slept through the flight, ayy
    Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
    This shit got double bedroom, man
    I still got scores to settle, man
    I crept down the block (down the block)
    made a right (yeah, right)
    Cut the lights (yeah, what?) paid the price (yeah)
    Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah) it's on sight (yeah, what?)
    Nothin' nice (yeah) baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
    Jesus Christ (yeah) checks over stripes (yeah)
    That's what I like (yeah) that's what we like (yeah)
    Lost my respect, you not a threat
    When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!)
    See the shots that I took (ayy) wet like I'm Book (ayy)
    Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley
    Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
    Like where is he? (yeah, what?)
    No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
    I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)

    She's in love with who I am
    Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
    Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hand (woo!)
    I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
    Had me out like a light (like a light)
    Like a light (like a light)
    Like a light (like a light)
    Like a light (yeah)

    Passed the dawgs a celly
    sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
    He said "Keep that on lock"
    I say "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah
    It's absolute, yeah (yeah) I'm back, reboot (it's lit!)
    LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
    We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
    Shorty in the back
    She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
    Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
    'Bout a check, yeah (check), just check the foots, yeah
    Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
    Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
    Yeah!

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