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Great John on the beat by the way I can't tell 'em what I do 'till it's done, we let it rainin' no sun And we gon' pull up with the gang can't get no 1 on 1's The homies say I'm the one, I woke up and he run And boy we known to let it bang we don't care where you from That forty beat like a drum, put [?] ain't no punk My niggas know I never change [?] slumps True to gang, know we do the most And bitch I'm riding with my brothers we been trough the most, bullets ripping trough his coat I know they loosing hope, most of my niggas fighting years but they won't grab the rope I had to bring that choppa with me went to lake [?], that's how I made it home And you can keep your clothes on I only want the dome Straped up no lacking for us 'Member nights I'm in this trap stop no package [?], probably come and snatch up yours Pop out ain't got no worries, know my niggas get to shoot one like we Stephen Curry (like we Stephen Curry) Hop out, doing damage Shorty think she dancing on a dick but that's the Hammer Duck the federalies tryna stay up off the camera I hope it don't jam this pussy gotta get [?] I can't tell 'em what I do 'till it's done, we let it rainin' no sun And we gon' pull up with the gang can't get no 1 on 1's The homies say I'm the one, I woke up and he run And boy we known to let it bang we don't care where you from Letras de cancionesThat forty beat like a drum, put [?] ain't no punk My niggas know I never change [?] slumps True to gang, know we do the most And bitch I'm riding with my brothers we been trough the most, bullets ripping trough his coat Checking, get to flexin' Whole gang eating and we coming in for seconds And we gon' play the front, tell 'em pull up with the back in Security bunkin', how the fuck we gon' get the strap in Do 'em like he hit the stage, we gon' get the clappin' Four, five, six and nigga we head cracking And don't care 'bout what he [?] Lil belly pistol packing, you if you lackin', yeah Bitch I been a man Running through them bands your favorite rapper a fan Wanna fuck up on a beach bitch I'm too black for a tan Just meet me at the telly with like thirty of ya friends I got dirty in my cup, and gun up in my hand Lotta niggas broke in person but they sturdy on the 'gram Off a percy not a zan, I made her live her man But she know I ain't loving I'm a leave her where she stand I can't tell 'em what I do 'till it's done, we let it rainin' no sun And we gon' pull up with the gang can't get no 1 on 1's The homies say I'm the one, I woke up and he run And boy we known to let it bang we don't care where you from That forty beat like a drum, put [?] ain't no punk My niggas know I never change [?] slumps True to gang, know we do the most And bitch I'm riding with my brothers we been trough the most, bullets ripping trough his coat From Letras Mania