ASAP Twelvyy

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With a love for the underdog Man, they treat me like they wanna fuck Ain't the favorite on your undercard The livest nigga under y'all So don't make me get the gun involved Catch a charge and run the [?] I hustle more than that nigga in the corner store Corner stone I'ma be the nigga that they calling for Soaring up Like that nigga Mike in his Jordan 4's When I'm coming down only time I'm falling off Get a calling card, 'lil nigga so broad, fucking talk I'ma be a statement for that [?] Forbes This that magic shit like Dumbledore This that lavish shit y'all tumble for Niggas want it but I want it more Make a band off a couple cups, and I'm hot, I got the sun involved I don't want it, man, I want it all These my feelings in a couple bars Sun shining like it's fucking [?] [Hook] I was grown up by them Glock boys Them heat-makers and them hot boys That every night make a knot boys Letras de cancionesThem rock boys and them Glock boys (You know you done fucked up, right?) You fuck around and you get shot, boy I was grown up by them Glock boys Them heat-makers and them hot boys That every night make a knot boys Them rock boys and them Glock boys (You can smell a nigga with money, huh?) You fuck around and you get shot, boy [Verse 2] I'm from the city where the skinny niggas ride Big semi on they side Real life, making fifty out of five Puffing sticky, sipping Henny while I drive Real niggas die but I feel so alive My eye up on the prize You always gotta strive Take your piece of devil pie Now my level rising high See a ribbon in the skyline Fuck the other side See my shots is ill advised, I know niggas that duck inside It's dark outside It's nuts outside Sharp niggas leave you pumped outside Parallel to your ride, [?] is the C-25 Blood [?], see the heat in my eyes, keep the heat on my side 'Cause this Tec probably keep me alive I ain't high, I'm just peeping the vibe Just beef in the Trap, fuck that, and I ain't keeping it back Real rap, this is deeper than rap, yeah [Hook] I was grown up by them Glock boys Them heat-makers and them hot boys That very night make a [?] boys Them rock boys and them Glock boys (You know you done fucked up, right?) You fuck around and you get shot, boy I was grown up by them Glock boys Them heat-makers and them hot boys That very night make a [?] boys Them rock boys and them Glock boys (You can smell a nigga with money, huh?) You fuck around and you get shot, boy From Letras Mania