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Billboard Hitmakers Young BL$$D boy you saucin' Gotta ride with them sticks Screaming, "Fuck the opposite" The streets gon' talk 'bout what they hear The streets they took a lot of tears Don't bring my ratchet ass up in here Don't bring yo' ratchet ass up in here Don't bring my ratchet ass up in here Don't bring yo' ratchet ass up in here Tell that bitch I'ma hit her line when my plane land (let me get thru security) When I'm in your city, I be runnin' around, don't even make plans (just chill in the room) YSL hoodie on my top half, costed 8 bands (Saint Laurent) Almost ran from the Springer, thought it was the [?] Hit yo' city with 200 long, this before I pick up the [?] Move around like I'm a giant, my shoes you couldn't put Shaq in Went on tour with 30 bitches, we gon' need way more credentials 50K just on this pendant, you reach I'ma let off a missile Michael Jackson in my city turn you to a zombie, no Thriller Caught an attempt on your bitch, when I fucked her I tried to kill her Crib came with a theater, I used to sleep in the trenches Space heaters, fast food boxes all you see in here, nigga Don't wanna hear 'bout what you did Letras de cancionesGo and tell them stories to yo' kids You can go play tough with yo' bitch You play with me, them killers split your wig But I'ma tell them niggas Gotta ride with them sticks Screaming, "Fuck the opposite" The streets gon' talk 'bout what they hear The streets, they took a lot of tears Don't bring my ratchet ass up in here Don't bring yo' ratchet ass up in here Don't bring my ratchet ass up in here Don't bring yo' ratchet ass up in here Niggas to comfortable Niggas finesse it, they fuck with you I take the Xanny to substitute All of the Percies I threw up, yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas too gullible Chain one color, not colorful My niggas don't fuck with you When you hot, she gon' suck on you I dropped my lean, I'm hella full Call up my brother to bring a pint Bitches be wanting to get clout off you, bitch ain't tryna fight Cuban link dynamite, they shine without a light You touch, you die tonight, my killers on dynamite Ridin' round in the city in a Bentley Ridin' round in the city, gotta get it Never should've gave my youngin' a Hemi Ain't nobody go, go, go against me Lean steady fuckin' up a nigga kidney Bitches tryna fucking suck up on a nigga Diamond whole carat [?] Don't copy this convo, parrot In the trenches, terrace Gettin' money, a fetish Drugs coming in [?] Break it down and sell it Put the bag in the rental I am the plug, ain't no middle man That fake talk out the window Gotta ride with them sticks Screaming, "Fuck the opposite" The streets gon' talk 'bout what they hear The streets they took a lot of tears Don't bring my ratchet ass up in here Don't bring yo' ratchet ass up in here Don't bring my ratchet ass up in here Don't bring yo' ratchet ass up in here From Letras Mania