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Aye where you get that beat from? Mooktoven! Lets go KeedToven (Keed talk to em!) Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo’ shoes Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', south boy too Yeah yeah, his gun visible, he not gon' shoot Yeah yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah its out the coupe Yeah sticks on him and the shooter made the news Smokin’ [?] in a lil' bitty coupe, I dropped the roof Rubber band of blue cheese nigga, I don't like it loose And my bitches they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes Worry bout that, this ain't that Worry bout that, where yo' check at? Worry bout that, worry bout that You worried bout this, and this ain't that In that space coupe, free that nigga Ralph We go way back like a sun roof, all these bitches rubbin' on me I feel like I’m at [?], get that paper upfront Before I even walk through (Keed talk to em!) Lets go, me and my dog gonna get bands Me and my dog fuck these hoes by the ten It just me and my dog in that mofuckin’ Benz I can't wait for my dog to get out that fuckin’ can Letras de canciones (Keed talk to em!) Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo' shoes Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', south boy too Yeah yeah, his gun visible, he not gon’ shoot Yeah yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah its out the coupe Yeah sticks on him and the shooter made the news Smokin' [?] in a lil' bitty coupe, I dropped the roof Rubber band of blue cheese nigga, I don't like it loose And my bitches they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes Worry 'bout that, this ain't that Worry 'bout that, where yo' check at? (bought a vet) Worry 'bout that (bought a vet), worry 'bout that (straight up) You worried 'bout this (straight up, straight up), and this ain't that Yeah yeah, dropped my first mixtape and bought a vet Bought a 85 cutlers off a crack Balenciaga with Chanel, I mismatched I'm Slaughter Gang dont get stabbed in your back Ridin' with a K, draco, call it lowercase Baby momma got a [?] she dont tote [?] "Savage, how you get your stain up?" Nigga even play "Savage, why nobody wanna front you nothin'?" Cause I used to take Balenciaga make yo' bitch wanna choose up Im in Hollywood hills with a shoota I smoke dead people, I dont smoke hooka Fuck with our gang, I'm a dog, don't get chewed up Saint Laurent on my back, this ain't fake nigga Im on Cleveland with Lil Keed and the snakes, nigga Play with me, get long lived, from your name, nigga Up eight figures, so I stopped wearing chains, nigga (Keed talk to em!) Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo' shoes Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', south boy too Yeah yeah, his gun visible, he not gon' shoot Yeah yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah its out the coupe Yeah sticks on him and the shooter made the news Smokin' [?] in a lil' bitty coupe, I dropped the roof Rubber band of blue cheese nigga, I don't like it loose And my bitches they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes Worry bout that, this ain't that Worry bout that, where yo' check at? Worry bout that, worry bout that You worried bout this, and this ain't that Choppa will blast that, I got all this fuckin' paper on me I don't even cash out, went out the other day Drippin', nigga the trash [?], yeah you hear them pipes On that fuckin' Hellcat, young nigga shit Ridin' round with a fuckin' gat, you ain't killin' shit You ain't even need a fuckin' strap, you ain't real as me He ain't ever gave the [?] back, put the hood on my back Put the hood on the map, comin' for the biggest bag (Keed talk to em!) Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo' shoes Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', south boy too Yeah yeah, his gun visible, he not gon' shoot Yeah yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah its out the coupe Yeah sticks on him and the shooter made the news Smokin' [?] in a lil' bitty coupe, I dropped the roof Rubber band of blue cheese nigga, I don't like it loose And my bitches they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes Worry bout that, this ain't that Worry bout that, where yo' check at? Worry bout that, worry bout that You worried bout this, and this ain't that From Letras Mania