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Bitch! Wow What the fuck? Alright Bitch! Man, what the fuck? I just keep gettin' richer, and niggas just keep hatin' on me They don't know I hit they bitches, nigga, God my witness I gotta keep me a pistol, make 'em dance like a Triller I ain't never said I was a killer, but if a nigga try me, I'ma kill him I ain't record no accidentals, we used to ride in rentals In the back of a sprinter, with a chopstick like I'm 'bout to go to dinner I'm on the block every day like a center Custom my whip, 5K for a fender Take all the money off your card, I'm a trickster She suck my dick, now she think I'ma kiss her Shoot a lil' nigga like, "Pow" Right in the kisser He on the floor like "Ah" Damn, I know that shit hurt Whippin' the pot, right with the mixer She bring drinks in the club, she think I'ma tip her This bitch hit, damn, she need a fix-up Lame ass niggas on the Gram, they just dick suck In the hood with my ice, nigga, I ain't puttin' shit up Said that I'm broke, you just makin' shit up Ran out of Wok, need to fill up my cup Letras de cancionesYeah she got a nigga, he a lil' ass crumb Nigga, I ain't sippin' no-no pints I'ma grab some more [?] pokin' shit up Nigga, sendin' my weed overnight I ain't waitin' all days, you can pay that fee 'Bout to scoop this cash on the way to the east Everybody with me gettin' plated at the feast My OG was right when she said, "Don't play in the street" Bake a nigga ass, I don't play with no beef Fuck it, I'ma keep on scorin' 'cause the opps like defense Trap more crowded than the Miami beaches Nigga, he ain't ballin', he just sittin' on the bleachers Yeah, he be over there with the teachers Damn, boy your money little like Caesars When I'm on the block, niggas treat me like Jesus I just keep gettin' richer, and niggas just keep hatin' on me They don't know I hit they bitches, nigga, God my witness I gotta keep me a pistol, make 'em dance like a Triller I ain't never said I was a killer, but if a nigga try me, I'ma kill him From Letras Mania