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Yeah, real shit Woke up early, had no weed, I had to smoke me a roach Call up pimpin' for the plug, I know just where to go (nigga, where you at?) Give a fuck about no hater and I'm all about my paper Hit my nigga Gucci up, I'm 'bout to slide right through Decatur (skrrt) We at Liv on a Sunday, then hit Magic City Monday (lit) And this ain't no #BowWowChallenge, got the jet on the runway And my niggas get it back (woah) you don't want no action (no) Off-White sneakers (woo), Michael Jackson jacket So many stones in the watch, don't know what time it is And my bitch is steady trippin', got no time for the shit So many bands in the safe, look like I robbed the bitch (stick it up) Baby daddy trippin', askin', "What the problem is?" Got two twin sisters, make 'em lip-lock (mwah) Two twin Glocks, they go click-clock Half a pound of Jumanji in a Ziploc (kush) I got the Rover smoked up, that's a hotbox (woo) She like, "Nigga, is you high?" Bitch, yeah Break it down and roll a whole zip, yeah And we ain't fuckin' with that fake shit, yeah I bet my ex-bitch hate this, yeah You don't need no diamond tester, know the stones is real (yeah) Fuck two bitches at a time, boy, that's overkill (yeah) Letras de canciones50 million dollar contract, that's a Hova deal (yeah) I got the baby face, hoes love the sex appeal Can barely hear the bitch speak 'cause my dick in her throat (woo) Say she turn into a freak if I give her some coke (woo) Snort a whole fuckin' mountain, bitch gone off the dope Put that bitch in an Uber, I just fuck 'em and go She like, "Nigga, is you high?" Bitch, yeah Break it down and roll a whole zip, yeah And we ain't fuckin' with that fake shit, yeah I bet my ex-bitch hate this, yeah Woke up early, had no weed, I had to smoke me a roach (yeah) Call up pimpin' for the plug, I know just where to go (my nigga) Give a fuck about no hater and I'm all about my paper (yeah) Hit my nigga Gucci up, I'm 'bout to slide right through Decatur (woo) From Letras Mania