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(Percaholics) Beep Fah, fah, fah (TMK) I just hit a juug, dip off on the freeway I don't give a fuck about he say, she say (On God) Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA I pick up the gas and then I go relay (On God) The whole gang eat the cake Glock change his life like he won the sweepstake How you said that you woke and don't know about deep state? I keep a mop, I cannot leave no trace If he see the stick, what the fuck he gon' say? Shoot 'bout my shawty, it ain't no debate I feel like I'm Ronnie, don't care 'bout my game Boy, fuck my opps, y'all niggas too lame The gang fuck your thot, yeah, we might run a train Red dot on my Glock, it assists with the aim Brand new F&N, it's gon' bring you some pain These niggas be mad 'cause they bitch follow me I'm in the trap, bitch, I got this Glock on me My gang got some shots just like paparazzi My girl wanna six-nine, I ain't talking Tekashi If he say that it's beef, we can meet in the lobby Running pyramid schemes, no Illuminati Letras de cancionesPaid a band for these jeans, so your bitch wanna slop me (Gang, gang) I just hit a juug, dip off on the freeway I don't give a fuck about he say, she say Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA From Letras Mania