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Fuck Grr Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom Ayo Ayo, the Glock in the Canada Goose One shot, knocked the fuck nigga head loose (boom) We the truth Teaching down every weekend rules Your neighbourhood drug lords, Patrick Moss Meech with the 7 why I clapped the 4s Started with a 8-ball, then graduated Shootouts, a thousand shots, no exaggeration I should've put a trash bag over the stick I should've put the trash bag over the stick Ayo, whip the coke like a maniac (whip) Fieg, Mr. Max on the Yankee hat Supreme [?], shoutout to CNN (salute) Seein' is believin', you was sleepin' in I was becomin' the legend by the second I'm like Jesus, don't ever second guess me (fuck 'em) He tryna front like the trunk ain't in the front (skr) In Morton's, eatin' filets all month I'm gorgeous, why my waves on spun Letras de cancionesYour pockets like a raisin in the sun Mine's like Creflo in his prime I'm like Gretzky with two 9s Boom boom boom boom boom I should've put a trash bag over the stick (grr) I should've put the trash bag over the stick Boom boom boom boom I'm tired of it You know, what if I took this gun, right? And blow your motherfuckin' brains out Then you'd bleed, just like me, you lil snake I don't care about my life anymore, do you understand? I don't give a shit, I don't care From Letras Mania