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Aye Driss man, come halla at me I’mma rip your track on time man Ain’t nobody fuckin with me Smoke a big nigga, light him up with the same gat I frame back, leave him right there on the race track I’m on the same track, mind state where my frame at Nigga wanna ride but I told him to lay back I’mma knock his head off, dump it and let off I’mma pull his cap like takin the tag off What a nigga want? Money or pussy? Bitch, you already pussy with a lil bit of money Bulletproof with the rap, you ain’t takin it from me Five suckers in the hood, give me all of your money I broke rap nigga, ain’t shit funny Soon to stay at the top, I be off that dope Big dope off the boat, still push them notes Got crack in the soap, pull it out like ropes You got to sing a note to understand my vibe I ride up with the tillies with the motherfuckin lines I kinda like this seat cuz it’s stayin with mine Pull his head out his ass, don’t waste my time Lookin all over my shoulder while I slang these boobies In my hand like controllers, still control it Thumps in it right there like a moment’s notice Seen bitches choose up, don’t forget who chosin’ Letras de cancionesI just let them sit back and realize I’m god I bag the zips up, start to feel like shine I ain’t one of you niggas that’s be out here lyin You fakin like a jail nigga Telling me still what you did on the outside trail Real niggas don’t snitch man, you just post bail Don’t go to jail cuz that’s way too stupid Niggas we foolish, teenage cruel I understand why you spend all your money at jewelers You phase game, tryna look it out like the soopa Clinch, I’m on the computer Got dope stuffed in the computer Like I’m a mack sitting on the back Don’t trip, two gats Huh, lay em flat Base foot niggas, I ain’t got time to play I used to sell buzz pases You toll guns that was covered in acid My whole gun still but the scope is plastic Shoot up in the crows, man I leave it tragic Lil B And this illusions of Grandeur Part 2 Ya feel me? I’m talking about You know, if you ain’t fuckin with that real shit man, then fuck it You know man, like niggas going down in history man If you ain’t fuckin with history I don’t know what you’re talkin about Lil B man, base wood, we keep this shit lockin to the pen Yea man, this is base for life Aye kiss, I see you man, what it do From Letras Mania