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I'm so loyal to this Rollie, I'll die for it But you gon' die for this motherfucker first It's gon' be hell 'fore a nigga try to take my chain Out in these streets, they callin' murder They got a few feet but we took it further, yeah My little partner keep a popper for the tooly play Tryna noodle somethin', nasty when the shooters yank Gucci'd up and Gucci'd down, hella Gucci gang This Nooki chain cost a dub, it's out of love for blood All this shit is out the mud, hustle break it down Stranded in them trenches with me 'fore we made it out No two for ten, three for twenty, tryna raise an ounce Cookin' doors came with stripes, judge banged him out Them commas in the bank account belong to Zayda, baby Residue's filling my veins, I'm an '80s baby But we don't show remorse to suckers, Zilla's bangin' brazy Clip lanky on a yankee, it get mainy, baby, ayy Bouncin' out, tryna murder somethin' Clean up on aisle four, that nigga burger busted, huh? Bouncin' out, I'm tryna murder somethin' Clean up on aisle four, that nigga burger busted I'm so loyal to this Rollie, I'll die for it But you gon' die for this motherfucker first It's gon' be hell 'fore a nigga try to take my chain Letras de cancionesOut in these streets, they callin' murder They got a few feet but we took it further, yeah I do this for my gang, family orientated Coordinating and orchestrating before we made it Aim for 43rd, in front of the corner, baby The sucker side ain't never came across the border, baby, yeah We get it poppin', on my partner's soul You got a drop on any opp, a nigga vámanos Add to the scoreboard, the only common goal It's monkey nuts on everything, what your llama hold Your lil' whoadie on parole and he still a go Bitch, I'll die behind this Rollie, you don't hear me though I love my lil' brother dearly, God keep him close They talkin' murder, it ain't nothin' we ain't seen before Don't let your partner 'nem fall if you can keep him on And move your mama out the trenches to a decent home Shout out the niggas that ain't hate and wanna see me on Ayy, where was blood when I was broke and niggas needed loans? I'm so loyal to this Rollie, I'll die for it But you gon' die for this motherfucker first It's gon' be hell 'fore a nigga try to take my chain Out in these streets, they callin' murder They got a few feet but we took it further, yeah From Letras Mania