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Helluva made this beat, baby Yeah, yeah, ayy Hmm, on gang, nigga, hmm Just my luck you wasn't ridin’ with your strap Hit my window, took that thing off my lap, let it ring on you Had to treat him like an opp, he switched teams on me Thought I didn't see him but the AR had the beam on him Auntie know I got that dope sack And your bitch just left, got my soul snatched Cold-hearted hotshot and you know that I send one up top, nigga, no cap, ugh Yeah, wet, woozy, whop him with the wally ahki Did the Beamer, Benz, Masi', thinkin’ Kawasaki Ain't no clouds in these rocks, just to clarify Type of nigga blow a fifty on a pair of diamonds Blood type VS1's, talkin' every diamond It broke my heart to see that nigga woof and kill Diamond Check the Rollie, perfect timing, couple minutes late They don't want the smoke, that's something that you insinuate That's somethin' you indicatin’, we can take it there Right before I kicked the door I said a silent prayer Bity of Sacramento mayor, ask the people Prezi’ faces in the duffle, that's a bag of people Murder rate goin’ brazy, we end up blappin' people Letras de cancionesSmoke Cook', bitch, I'm bool on your bag of Diesel Been a fella way back when niggas had Evisus On my mama, hittin’ Sada 'bout them sama-llamas Just my luck you wasn't ridin' with your strap Hit my window, took that thing off my lap, let it ring on you Had to treat him like an opp, he switched teams on me Thought I didn't see him but the AR had the beam on him Auntie know I got that dope sack And your bitch just left, got my soul snatched Cold-hearted hotshot and you know that I send one up top, nigga, no cap, ugh Ho, don't talk to me 'bout shit you know you don't deserve Set up shop and be damn sold out 'fore I hit the curb I mean a pistol out before I ever spoke a word Drop a four and swing my door, call it a Skuba swerve Book a nigga if he talkin', chopper send him his deposit Pull up with my ahkis, me and Mozzy come with all the toppings All my dreadheads real rastas, big H, Top Shotta Push your shit back, release date, mixtape, gon' drop 'em I just want a gun with a leg in it Dawg been in the hole, he want a cell with a bed in it Can't talk for none' these bloods, all the mail got red in it Ain't in sneakin' in no phones, heard the 'Gram got the feds on it I don't want no bitch 'less her man got the bands on him Mines cook dope, eat the dick, and put her friends on it Hmm, disrespecting me, I raise up, put my hands on you Pussy heaven, see, what you sight, you don't stand on it, ugh Just my luck you wasn't ridin' with your strap Hit my window, took that thing off my lap, let it ring on you Had to treat him like an opp, he switched teams on me Thought I didn't see him but the AR had the beam on him Auntie know I got that dope sack And your bitch just left, got my soul snatched Cold-hearted hotshot and you know that I send one up top, nigga, no cap, ugh From Letras Mania