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(Ay, Woods, light that shit up) (MaHippy made this one) They gon' tell some Living on Earth like walking through hell, huh They gon' tell some Drop the work right up on the scale, huh Yeah, send that shit right through the mail Remember I was trapping, I ain't had no scale I can't do no talking, just keep that money on me I got workers in the trap A couple juggers in the back Please don't go against the gang We ready for war, my niggas don't play Yeah, chopper eat off his face These niggas too slow, tell 'em, "Pick up the pace" [?] they think it's a race You ain't on shit You ain't got no bag, please don't say shit This Kel-Tec fold up We in the field just like some soldiers Just dropped a four up in my soda Just dropped a bag off to my bitch We got that bag, come get this shit Them [?] come in, [?] Letras de cancionesThese niggas so slow, they going out sad This chopper knock you, body bag Yeah, we coming for your head A lot of shells you'll see Turn your street into Myrtle Beach Move with narcotics like the pharmacy Stay in your place before it's a tragedy These niggas just broke, don't know why they mad at me Just dropped that bag off to my nigga Z They gon' tell some Living on Earth like walking through hell, huh They gon' tell some Drop the work right up on the scale, huh Yeah, send that shit right through the mail Remember I was trapping, I ain't had no scale I can't do no talking, just keep that money on me I got workers in the trap A couple juggers in the back From Letras Mania