Look ahead, Kickdown ahead, B*tch, don't blink an eye
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Look ahead, Kickdown ahead, B*tch, don't blink an eye
Look, the Glock, no, lay flat
Make a getaway in a Porsche
Look, the Glock, no, lay flat
Make a getaway in a Porsche
I smoke buds that look like popcorn
She looks at me, wants to make a p*rn
I say, 'Baby, I have a child, I can't'
She replies that she wants the next one
Twenty-one grams, my soul weighs less than the pendant around my neck
In private we skip the check-
I ride a black Lambo down the street
I told you, 'I'll make it too'
My brother runs from the police
He keeps a few kilos in the trunk
Purple bills, money, euros
They get through the checks in his Louis Vuitton
Vroom-vroom if we pass through the block
Talking business when the iPhone rings
Murciélago, I talk to Christ, dance with the devil
Murciélago, retail goods, euro fan, piggy bank
And with her cardio she seems like Cardi, she moves it slowly
Look ahead, Kickdown ahead, B*tch, don't blink an eye
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Look ahead, Kickdown ahead, B*tch, don't blink an eye
Look, the Glock, no, lay flat
Make a getaway in a Porsche
Look, the Glock, no, lay flat
Make a getaway in a Porsche
Limbo-Trucks present on the street in Italian Ribs
Passenger, street baddies with me, legit appearance
10K Dress, Louis, Chanel, Babygyal on course
Travel in Jets, my horizon big, Babygirl on big
Show me respect, I've been in the streets and still got kicks
My brother with glass, don't f*ck with us
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Look ahead, Kickdown ahead, B*tch, don't blink an eye
...
Look ahead, Kickdown ahead, B*tch, don't blink an eye
Look, the Glock, no, lay flat
Make a getaway in a Porsche
Look, the Glock, no, lay flat
Make a getaway in a Porsche