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‎televised Lyrics[Chorus]
Don't care, 'cause you switchin' sides (Evertime, grr)
Yeah, Rolls came with Camero yeah, side, yeah (Swerve)
Don't care, 'cause everything I do is televised (Skrrt)
And I'm high and I rock double C 'cause I'm dope, yeah, ho (Mingo, haha)
Are you proud of me? Are you feelin' me? Are you done? Yeah, yeah (Remember me?)
Took three 10s, and it's Y-E-A-T, no spelling bee, yeah (Yeah)
In the CLA, in the best car, yeah, might just put the seat up (Yeah, come on)
And the bad bitch, she gon' lick the dick, she gon' lick the tip up
Trackhawk, I'm gon' ride round in it, ride 'round in that coupe, ride 'round
Ride 'round in every city, yeah, [?]
Sippin' on 'Tech I'mma fill up my cup, 'cause I'm sippin' on juice (Juice, juice)
Pull up on that bitch, now we gotta get crazy, we gotta get loose (Loose, loose)

[Verse]
Call up my plug, yeah, that's really my dawg, then I need like two (Twos, twos)
And your lil' bitch, she treat me like the best, 'cause she play my flute (Doo, doo-doo)
Ride 'round sick, yeah, I got the flu (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
When it come to my money, yeah that's my food (My mood)
Just come to my [?], pull up with twos (Dude, boop-boop-boop)
How you was talkin' that shit online? You ain't wanna get rude (You ain't wanna get rude, you ain't wanna get [?])
It's all lies, and I see through, thats what the Oxy' do
We in the 'Vette, yeah, the matte black, the bitch [?] buildin' suck it by two (Let's go)
No, no you not cool, no you not bool (Bool)
We say [?] we say [?]
You not us, you don't do nothin' that we do (Nah, hell nah)
I don't give a fuck about nothin', I wake up and see what's on my mood ([?] let's go)

[Chorus]
Don't care, 'cause you switchin' sides (Grr), yeah
Yeah, Rolls came with Camero yeah, side, yeah (Swerve)
Don't care, 'cause everything I do is televised (Skrrt)
And I'm high and I rock double C 'cause I'm dope, yeah, ho
Are you proud of me? Are you feelin' me? Are you done? Yeah, yeah (Remember me?)
Took three 10s, and it's Y-E-A-T, no spelling bee, yeah (Yeah)
In the CLA, in the best car, yeah, might just put the seat up (Yeah, come on)
And the bad bitch, she gon' lick the dick, she gon' lick the tip up
Trackhawk, I'm gon' ride round in it, ride 'round in that coupe, ride 'round
Ride 'round in every city, yeah, [?]
Sippin' on 'Tech I'mma fill up my cup, 'cause I'm sippin' on juice (Juice, juice)
Pull up on that bitch, now we gotta get crazy, we gotta get loose (Loose, loose)

[Outro]
(I won't say shit)
They gon' copy drip, they copy swag, they copy trends all day
Stand on top my money, it's so tall, I feel like 6 foot 8 (Oh yeah)
Oh yeah, ride-ride-ride (Ride), will you die? (Will you die?)
When you slide with us tonight, will you die? (Die)
All them demons comin' for you, yeah, don't lie (Don't lie)
Yeah, this money only go up, multiply
Hunnids top of these hunnids, baby, come on baby slide (Slide)
You know you wan' kick it with the gang, you wan' get right (Yeah)
Money comin' in, it do not lie, uh (No)
Prices, goin' up, rollin' all these dices (All these dices)
ISIS (ISIS), they gon' shoot your head off for some prices (Prices)
Pull up on that bitch, she suck my dick, she love surprises (Hrr)
Off the dome, I ain't even do this shit, [?], I just went off the phone (Uh)
Fuckin' on this bitch, she just-just like my cologne
Yeah, bitch suck my dick, yeah, you want the bone (Woah, woah)