SAG HARBOR

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lampin' in the hamptons looking for estates not a mansion scanning for the acreage in the pamphlet i think this the big one sanford, and son got his fourth number one in a row i'm a champion don't tap the glassy, i'd rather tap the pedal on the chassis call it jasper it's blowing gassy them boys ain't got no rhythm uptempo got em aggy she sponging up my plankton it got her moving crabby took the plane to martha, damn how much it cost ya? blink and it's 182 like travis barker but this the baby one, this the larva easier to get from sag harbor, all bargain, all august, australia picked up another bag no garbage i'm tired if we keeping it facts fuck work bro i need to relax a piece of mind is what i need to get back i'm grindin' like it’s 2002 beating on the table i'm tryna tag 100 million dollars out the label to you that's just a fable i'll show up with a camera and ruler just in case it’s hard for them to get my angle i'm with my nigga lionel bluffing on an island talking bout a village we can build, i'm feeling tribal freedom is our destination praying that it's final ship that car for 3mil and they forgot to send the title got damn! the moment where your idol is your rival i'm flying through the fire and i ain't break a sweat yet i keep a lil water in the vial nino brown necklace, custom made lexus lust in my body made commitment see the exit i pray to god i settle down and stop the second guessing guilt from got me emotionally regressing until then i'm pollywog leaping in affection i gave niggas shoulders they can cry on i ain't like their nature so i had to switch the biome they ain't seeing green from me i'm switching to an iphone fuck who y'all calling the best i seen their ticket sales, give it rest they got y'all craniums hexxed i'm on the road to doing stadiums next but y'all keep counting me out, what's the cheat code? corny ass niggas still worried about a street code we supposed to own the ball, y'all worried bout shooting free throws for big dollas, dog collars, from sun dodgers the catalyst of all the world problems white bitches saying period at end of the sentence but wouldn't let the black girls they copy inside their kitchen listen, i be off the coast bro away from these crumbs spending bread eating toast bro backseat of the phantom tell the driver move it slow mo i want them to see me like bottom of a boat bro buddy bad mouth me so we clean em with the scope bro we don't brush it off, we keep a stick to chew and blow bro, big pause you need a big jaw to talk these numbers i'm giving niggas time to tuck they summer ears yellow like the two niggas that sing on frontin, rari fumes only gas i'm puffin nigga it's nothing, come get with me