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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Goddamn, a hundred thousand) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (20Rocket on the beat so it gon' knock) Yeah, nigga Yeah Yeah I'm flexin' on purpose (Yeah) I'm flexin' on purpose (Yeah) I'm flexin' on purpose (Know I'm flexin') I'm flexin' on purpose (Know I'm flexin') I know they wanna murder me (Wanna murder me) I know they wanna murder me (Wanna murder me) I got shooters that protect that money (I got shooters) I got shooters that protect the money (I got shooters) I'ma die about this shit, nigga, yeah (I'ma die) I'ma die about this shit, nigga, yeah (I'ma die) I got shooters, shootin', shootin' somethin' (Shootin', shootin') Yeah, they shootin', shootin', shootin', shootin', shootin' somethin' (They shootin') Got the stick, that stick, that Draco, Draco, shoot off nothin' (Uh-huh, yeah) Hundred rounds, hundred rounds blow that block down (Yeah) Hundred rounds, hundred rounds, blow his block down (Yeah) Nigga eyein' like they knew 'em, send him out stretched (No cap) Nigga, I am the truth, better act right (No cap) Letras de cancionesNigga, I got my mothafuckin' sack right (Yeah) In the mothafuckin' coupe, don't know how to act right (Yeah) Drop the top on that roof, damn, that's right (Yeah) And a bad bitch passenger seat, that's right (Damn) And she suck me up while a nigga take flight (Yeah) I'm flexin' on purpose (Okay) I'm flexin' on purpose (Okay) I know they wanna murder me (They wanna what?) I know they wanna murder me (I know they do) I got shooters that protect that money (I got them shooters) I got shooters that protect the money (I got them shooters) I'ma die about this shit, nigga, yeah (Yeah, I'ma die) I'ma die about this shit, nigga Hit the gas, hit the metal I won't pass on the metal (I won't) And you know I got that gun And that bitch that heavy metal And you know I keep my favorite, yeah, it's a Glizzy (it's a Glizzy), yeah Glizzy, Glizzy with extension, yeah Bullshit, you know I'm with it (With it), yeah Kill shit, no feelings, yeah Big dawg on a mission (That money) On the grind, tryna shine (Yeah) Like a star, it's so far, (Yeah) in the roof in the car In the bed, suck my balls, yeah, yeah I got racks in the safe and this shit put away Just in case a rainy day, yeah, yeah Okay I'm flexin' on purpose (Okay) I'm flexin' on purpose (Okay) I know they wanna murder me (They wanna what?) I know they wanna murder me (I know they do) I got shooters that protect that money (I got them shooters) I got shooters that protect the money (I got them shooters) I'ma die about this shit, nigga, yeah (Yeah, I'ma die) I'ma die about this shit, nigga (Yeah, I'ma die) From Letras Mania