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Anybody go against the gang it's a real bad karma With them choppers Ya dig Niggas know who run the city I'm like yea yea Gave my sister platinum Amex card was just on welfare My dawg had asked me to bring that AR out and I'm like Hell yea Y'all only be popping out at the club because y'all know Twelve there Still step on you like twelve stairs I can't take no more, catch you rapping and snatch him out Of his jewels because I can't fake no more Riding with some shit off C O D can't even play no more You swing on me my dawg a tap that switch til it don't spray no more He empty that, I'm from Philly, back door we get into that I will really, wack you bout that shit you said on the internet Richard Millie right there in the trenches where we sinnin at He try cut through the Allie and got smoke right there where the fences at They don't know where my mental at, I think niggas think it's sweet Because I been given back, call Cuzzo take them rentals back Yea We them niggas that been poppin all that Big Boy Shit Brand new AP on my Wrist No that's a Big Big Brick Letras de cancionesHundred rounds from out that chopper this a Big Boy Stick Who want go to war, show way too much love to all these niggas I can't even show no more Put the bitch on 17 Pjets that ain't yo hoe no more, send a blitz Them killers come with that switch til they can't go no more Blow it Lately I been like fuck niggas, because I don't trust niggas Cut him off I don't fuck with him, must be a fuck nigga Big phantom in the trenches feelin like a truck nigga I can fuck for free but I give her racks Because I fuck with her Million dollar jewelry I rock Louie with my dunks with it She act like a groupie I get stupid on her, won't hit it I fear no nigga, I'm here four killers, no tellin how I'm coming It might be cullinan or 4 wheelers She ain't tellin them that we fuckin Because she can tell that I got more bitches More glocks more switches, trappin off of Forbes lists Yea And these niggas don't want no war with us Posted up in the trench I got that chop right by the store with us I get to lockin in like I went broke when I need more millions More money more killings shit just made me more vicious I flew her out on a one way ain't been back because she on tour with us Yea We them niggas that been poppin all that Big Boy Shit Brand new AP on my wrist No that's a Big Big Brick Hundred rounds from our that chopper this a Big Boy Stick Who want go to war, show way too much love to all these niggas I can't even show no more Put the bitch on 17 Pjets that ain't yo hoe nomore, send a blitz Them killers come with that switch til they can't go no more Blow it, yea From Letras Mania