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Neighbors say them bitches ain't stop hittin' 'til they heard that click-clack Ask him what he did it for, say he did it for get back Boom, don't nobody move, you get your shit splat If they don't die, then put 'em in the shit bag I just lay low and get cash You know the bag different And fuck the opps, they must ain't learned from the last nigga My face good in the hood, I ride past niggas And all my niggas know that I'll split my last, nigga If it's two hundred on the dash, I ride fast in 'em Bitch, we drag racing and I got somethin' bad in it My G's ain't cost that much but I got a lot of cash in 'em I used that same cash to turn a nigga past tense And now we doing more adding than subtracting Give a fuck about your fashion That same 'fit you just bought gon' be the same one you was last in Body baggin', toe taggin' Put a nigga up in shells, doin' all that cappin' I ain't the one doin' the killing, I'm the one rapping Laugh now, cry later, I'm the one laughing Better think before you speak and practice what you preach 'Cause the last nigga didn't left blood in the street Tired of stepping over leftover slugs in the street Be a whole lot of leftover slugs when it's beef Whole lot of leftovers, yeah, that come from niggas gettin' stepped over Wonder is it worth losing your breath over? Letras de cancionesDon't get caught leaving that nasty ho crib, you should've slept over Hell yeah, I regretted every day I fucked a check over But fuck it, we ain't stressing That same shit you losing rest over don't faze us And them lil' boys you scared of, they pay us, extortion I done did it all in a pair of Air Forces Rubber on, we don't even get to think about abortion Another home what I'm workin' on, bitch, I need a fortress Check my garage, bitch, I'm living large, 'Raris and Porsches But I'm dreamin', shit ain't what it seem when you think it Caught him slippin', he had his eyes closed, bitch nigga, stop blinking Ho, I'm trending, my name ringing, nigga, what you mean, huh? Everything I drop be good dope, I keep everybody fiending Like, "Poppa, when you gon' drop?" Right now And I heard Under Investigation 2 brought the vice out I might take the doors off the Jeep if it's nice out My dawg say he wanna roll, okay cool, bring the dice out Oh, you a dude? We knockin' dykes out Lil' kid on the mood if the ice out Promise with these pitches I got, you gon' strike out Bad little bitch from 'round the way, I beat her back out Peep shit with my third eye, left and right eye Peep shit with a bird eye, I got a birdview My brother left the dope game alone, he can't serve you Want a feature or a verse, nigga, that's who you refer to Left the bitch alone and told her, "I don't deserve you" (Don't deserve you at all) From Letras Mania