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Straight drop shit, nigga What's your trap doin’, nigga? Trap check Just scored me some dope and I got me some reefer Gotta get a new door 'cause they called the people I could drive it but the whip is cheaper (Pick it up) Fuck a bitch, man, it's cheaper to leave her (Bye) Rollie watch, we don’t do Geneva (Rollie watch) I got so many stripes like a bengal I made two-hundred thousand off of features (DrumGod) 46's have you fuckin' the teacher Remember me, bitch? I'm the cool kid Watch on my wrist like a pulpit Glock on my hip with the coolant kit Left that new bitch, she be bullshittin' All on my back like I'm doin' shit That's all on my back, bitch, you bullshittin’ Remember them QT’s were two-fifty Get you one now for one-twenty One-twenty for the QT, you can pull up Smokin' that gas, this shit like a pull-up Inhalin’, coughin', all in my chest Three or four chains all on my neck Letras de cancionesMy watch and my bracelet coolin', Freddy Krueger on the earring When I talk, you can hear me and see me No lights tonight, got a young nigga cheesin' Down good on the freebies, a nigga too greasy Fuck them lil’ niggas, I heard they was schemin' (Fuck 'em) Must've forgot I'm a demon (Ayy) Pull up and show you a Glock and a demon Hundred some shots while they dreamin' Standin' in they chest, I'm cocky, I got plenty favors Bitch, I got plenty paper I don't even peel the paper When it coems to this trap shit, I'm calculating Been had the plug so they had to hate me All of the trappers congratulate me We was 13, 14 on the block Nigga, we was havin' paper (Facts) Fifty thousand up in Vegas Top chef with the table All in LA with the Lakers Ain't no rocks, gotta shake 'em Remember me, bitch? I'm the cool kid Watch on my wrist like a pulpit Glock on my hip with the coolant kit Left that new bitch, she be bullshittin' All on my back like I'm doin' shit That's all on my back, bitch, you bullshittin' Remember them QT's were two-fifty Get you one now for one-twenty Remember me, bitch? I'm the cool kid Watch on my wrist like a pulpit Glock on my hip with the coolant kit Left that new bitch, she be bullshittin' All on my back like I'm doin' shit That's all on my back, bitch, you bullshittin' Remember them QT's were two-fifty Get you one now for one-twenty From Letras Mania