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Police got behind the v' last night so we ran 'em When I'm pouring up the juice I'm hella heavy-handed Broke the money counter, fuck it, I'll just use my hands then Busting down a single wood to stuff seven grams in Do she think I'm hansom or is it this Rolly dancing? $700 at the Louis store to hold these pants up You was up when we was down, you should've picked your mans up 12 just want me in a cell just shackled down in handcuffs Free them guys inside, I gotta keep it by my side Some chunky, I don't rock with none of you pocket size While you fighting with your bitch, I'm fighting homicides If you gon' diss me, whеn you see me don't apologize Put your baby mama in my video and monеtize How you let her have your baby? I just let her swallow mine All I knew is gang signs before the dollar signs Don't ask me for nothing though, bitch that's where we draw the line Everyday I thank above for me not catching life Caught a body in the trenches over catching dice Felon in possession, they don't want me to protect my life Told a bitch I'll marry her, she said she gon' be my second wife Double-whooper since a teen, she wants to join a team You ain't really balling, you just running unemployment schemes Only time these suckers ever score is when they score some lean I been doing songs with Drake, ain't talking 'bout that boy that sings Letras de cancionesPolice got behind the v' last night so we ran 'em When I'm pouring up the juice I'm hella heavy-handed Broke the money counter, fuck it, I'll just use my hands then Busting down a single wood to stuff seven grams in Do she think I'm hansom or is it this Rolly dancing? $700 at the Louis store to hold these pants up You was up when we was down, you should've picked your mans up 12 just want me in a cell just shackled down in handcuffs Let my demons get 'em, more a bitch named Angel Spot-'Em Get a halo, futuristic blix, not even Halo got 'em Type to ask you "Do we have a problem?", then create a problem You ain't really brazy blood, I lived in the insane asylum Broke out, 12 chasing me like OJ and vodka Baby staring at this presidential bitch who ain't Ivanka Tell Trump he still won't get my vote by giving Wayne a pardon 3D printer, want a rocket launcher? Bro we'll make a mock-up Mood stabilizes, got the blood a lil' woozy All my friends are dead, it's just me and this lil' Uzi How you getting money when you owe it like Wilson, goofy? Petty, if this bitch don't let me fuck, then she can't hit the doobie Big jacuzzi, blowing a cigar like the Tony scene Brody he from Elm he told me tell my ops to go to sleep Get a round of shots for him and I ain't talking order drinks We was masking up inside these doors before the quarantine Police got behind the v' last night so we ran 'em When I'm pouring up the juice I'm hella heavy-handed Broke the money counter, fuck it, I'll just use my hands then Busting down a single wood to stuff seven grams in Do she think I'm hansom or is it this Rolly dancing? $700 at the Louis store to hold these pants up You was up when we was down, you should've picked your mans up 12 just want me in a cell just shackled down in handcuffs From Letras Mania