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(DJ Pharris) (This Chicago, nigga) (DJ Victoriouz with me in the building) Dropped out of school, but I had knowledge That don't make you smarter than me ’cause you went to college It's people out here, PhDs and shit, ain't got a dollar I ain’t take my SATs and shit, but I live better than a scholar This dapper Gucci, bitch, it ain't got no snakes, it ain't got no collar My dogs always with me, bitch, I'll let 'em loose, they don't got no collar Gorillas with me, bitch, naw, it ain't no snakes so it ain't no problems I gotta change my shoes from around, got scuffs all on my Pradas When I was eighteen, I had a hundred thousand dollars, uh My bitch worked at Adrianna’s, just ask why someone bought a thousand bottles, uh Before I got with her, I was fuckin’ on Instagram models Security let us in the club without no frisk, made this bitch go grra-tah Call a doctor Made a pin pop out my chopper Need somebody fix my shit, not a doctor for them, they went with the Father They too far gone to force sobriety on my friends, so I don't bother These hoes gon’ go, I don't force nobody on my mans and we don't holler, uh They see the VV's, face on CDs Foenem fuckin’ hoes, they got scenes on TV Turn into Swervo, then hit repeat They finally hear me on shit with Chief Keef Opps what these is, sherbs, I chief these Letras de cancionesWhat a Herb verse? A half a B What's that? A dub, a half a key Glitter the VIP up, all VV's We gon' pull a dub out, throw it all, and leave (Uh, uh) Gang gang, bitch, that's all on my sleeve Y'all bitch all on me I'm just high as could be Lil' bro rollin' 'Lato up and pass to me Told the promoter fuck it, give the cash to me We might not have the biggest yard, but the grass green I got blue, pink money, and green Ain't worried 'bout goin' broke, nigga, that's the last thing G Swerve I'm in this bitch I don't even probably 'posed to be in the stu' right now (Ayy) Gang gang (Ayy) Ayy, I was high off that thirty bustin', uh Blick too big to tuck it Let the opps in this bitch, fuck it Them niggas ain't on nothin' Let's go do a show in your city, fuck it Never see my jewelry tuckin' Uh, I'm Lamborghini Urus truckin' Ayy, ayy, take that 'Wood he got and stuff it Ayy, I do not respond to Instagram criminals Ayy, shake my hand in public, then go live and send subliminals And that money that he got is small, you know that's the minimal Ayy, and all these shooters at your door, but know C4 who sendin' 'em Ayy, know all these bitches, been in 'em You can't ask the last nigga what Big Folks 'nem did to him I can't say the word murder, bro gave me a synonym Oh, you wasn't with me in the gym Ho, check my neckpiece, it's a gem That bitch know I ain't nothin' like him I'll never leave my brother too, nigga, ask Herb, I'm just like him Bunch of street niggas in one room, we splittin' M's, I'm just like them Ayy, I think I could be in Detroit like Eminem Bitches tellin' all they friends they ain't had nobody as real as him And we had an incident, somebody came in, tried killin' him, uh He ain't even here to tell you 'bout it, I don't even remember him Motherfucker put, we put on a hundred and two chains Rockin' VV's, diamond pointers, you know what I'm sayin'? How we bomin', we in New York, bitch Smokin' Shelato Shelaty, Shelaty too hotty Foenem in this bitch high as hell, man, they pourin' eights and shit still You know they be disrespecting the drank still From Letras Mania