365

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365

R96 · 365 · 2024 · 2:26

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Yo Listen 365, we don't get no rewind Out on the strip, tryna get this wage Back to the bando, feel I'm in Rambo Knock on the gaff while I pack this gauge Stay strapped with the mash, going Super Saiyan Got stacks, no cap, to the cats we paid Relax on tap with the cash I've made It's a well known fact, there's food on my plate And I'm always out on my grind Swiftly filling up yutes with bine Three point five, while I bill that back Only got one thing that is on my mind This money move fast and I don't waste mine Gotta rise to the top while I'm on this climb Don't bill my line tryna waste my time This teeth gone bite when I popped that nine Don't pose for the pics, candid Just lean on the whip, standard Got snakes in the grass while I'm on this path Tryna test my growth from the seeds I planted All of this drip but I don't need branding Opps on sight get bunned, that's granted Me and my bro are some well known bandits Hotline bling, as the pack just landed Out on the mains, man's doing it rogue 'Cause I'd rather be dead than be living and broke Back my blade, better count your days This shit's real life and it ain't no joke Vet to the game, you ain't even close Try throw shade, still jumped on show Chat real life and the cunt near choked 'Cause truth be told, they don't want this smoke 365, we don't get no rewind Out on the strip, tryna get this wage Back to the bando, feel I'm in Rambo Knock on the gaff while I pack this gauge Stay strapped with the mash, going Super Saiyan Got stacks, no cap, to the cats we paid Relax on tap with the cash I've made It's a well known fact, there's food on my plate Saw me on TikTok, thinks I'm famous Wanna take flight, go different places No days off, tryna make this prof' 'Cause I know myself that I'm made for greatness So I can't lack, just gotta have patience When I'm on site, no I don't leave traces Cunt got pressed, ingested stainless Back on the road 'cause the street's contagious How can they say I'm not active? Man cut cloth from a different fabric All of these cunts tryna jump on mic But it sounding shite, like fuck, how tragic Out on the pitch, they know I got tactics Opps six feet, disappear like magic Think these yutes gonna even match this Bagging all day, wrapped bands in elastic 365, we don't get no rewind Out on the strip, tryna get this wage Back to the bando, feel I'm in Rambo Knock on the gaff while I pack this gauge Stay strapped with the mash, going Super Saiyan Got stacks, no cap, tell the cats we paid Relax on tap with the cash I've made It's a well known fact, there's food on my plate And I'm always out on my grind Swiftly filling up yutes with bine Three point five, while I bill that back Only got one thing that is on my mind This money move fast and I don't waste mine Gotta rise to the top while I'm on this climb Don't bell my line tryna waste my time These teeth gone bite when I popped that nine

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