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Woah Yeah, ooh, woah, woah, woah Damn, Trademark Let's go Basically everyone asking do I got a classic I'm dropping another one this year (What?) Niggas do well under pressure, but I'm bringing pressure I'm 'bout to go dumb or some' this year (What?) Ballin' like T-Mac in '04 when he played for Magic The number one gun, I'm in tenth gear (Yeah) Niggas still tryna be gang, but lil' nigga, you random And nigga, we know that you big weird Whole lotta gear, whole lotta, whole lotta ammo Navy Seal boys all camo Playin' the piano, Sosa still playing in my Lambo' Feeling Trap Soul goin' Rambo (Yeah) You nerdy-ass geeky-ass niggas They talking that shit on the Mac while we up in the bando Living rent-free in your head while I'm eating my snacks And I'm fucking your bitch in my sandals These niggas, they weird as a bitch I just told lil' bro we don't fuck with they kind, I ain't answering These rapping-ass niggas keep hitting me asking for features Letras de cancionesBut brodie, this shit is unflattering Got a big-headed, bitch she imagining (What?) Stats too high, this shit is staggering (Yeah) Walk through, mute the fucking chattering Tool go "gratata," end his fucking gathering I took a chill pill, I'm feeling amazing Smoking some loud, I'm a regular patient Moving around with a Glock like The Matrix Please watch what you say 'cause this shit can get dangerous Okay, this chopper don't miss, it ain't aimless Ayy, lil' brodie, chill out, boy, it's hella surveillance Smoking on gas, big pack in a spaceship I'm that nigga this year, I'm just making a statement, woah Basically everyone asking do I got a classic I'm dropping another one this year (Yeah) Niggas do well under pressure, but I'm bringing pressure I'm 'bout to go dumb or some' this year (Let's go) Ballin' like T-Mac in '04 when he played for Magic The number one gun, I'm in tenth gear (Bye) Niggas still tryna be gang, but lil' nigga, you random And nigga, we know that you big weird (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm too rich Clearly, girl, I'm too sick (Woah) Woke up mad, tryna get him hit Fuck that talking, nigga, what's his zip? Like, damn, he pissed (What?) Tryna shoot the boy, damn, he missed Bought her OnlyFans, damn, he simped Finna fuck around and bust my wrist Chopper for lunch, bitch, we serving up dish Light skin lil' bitch tried to suck on my dick I'm exhausted, I'm holding a ton my wrist Ksubi jeans got me feeling a hundred and shit In the party with Poudii, we huntin' and shit Bought my mama a house, having fun with this shit (Bye) With Lil Frosty and Tomi we blunted and shit (Yeah) Moving in tune when the money make sense Need the front and the back or I ain't coming, lil' bitch I'm taking off, shit, you knew I wouldn't stay I'm still a rockstar, I feel it in my veins I asked you voluntary, did you forget that day? Oh yes of course you did, that's why I'm MIA Rocketship in a whole 'nother space Basically everyone asking do I got a classic I'm dropping another one this year (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Niggas do well under pressure, but I'm bringing pressure I'm 'bout to go dumb or some' this year (Let's go) Ballin' like T-Mac in '04 when he played for Magic The number one gun, I'm in tenth gear (Yeah, yeah) Niggas still tryna be gang, but lil' nigga, you random And nigga, we know that you big weird (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Whole lotta gear, whole lotta, whole lotta ammo Navy Seal boys all camo Playin' the piano, Sosa still playing in my Lambo' Feeling Trap Soul goin' Rambo You nerdy-ass geeky-ass niggas They talking that shit on the Mac while we up in the bando Living rent-free in your head while I'm eating my snacks And I'm fucking your bitch in my sandals Living rent-free (Yeah), in a grown nigga head (Trapstar) From Letras Mania