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Damn near embarrassed herself, she found out the hard way I'm exactly how I rap in person So I'm gon' cheat but I put guns in all y'all purses Don't that mean somethin'? This life ain't certain, that don't mean it ain't worth it My boys the type to meanmug and rob a nice person Slide late for it and they end your night early This life a beach, I got the whole crowd surfin' Don't make the wrong move (Ayy, CGM, where you at?), 'cause my aim (Perfect) Gun on my hip, I'm a problem, boy Hit a nigga block with them .223's Gotta walk down, hit your target, boy Pipe down 'fore we spark it, boy Niggas go body-for-body, that's murder-for-murder I got some smoke with niggas I ain't heard of Ridin' with Fetti, that bitch got me nervous If 12 hit the lights then you better not pull over I wish that I could, but right now I ain't goin' Keep a bad bitch and a gun on my hip Walk with bags on me and my twin got a trip Thirty clip, fifty round, hundred round Say somethin', we take 'em down I'm fuckin' your bitch when I listen to Drake I won't leave the house without K's or a Drac' Letras de canciones O.V.O. baby, I ride with that, damn O.V.O. baby, I ride with that Drac' I'm rockin' Off-White, this not Bape I bend the block and I'm makin' them skate You want a Birkin, bitch, you gotta' pay Don't do what I do, just do what I say I run the city, the king of L.A Smokin' Gelato, that came from the bay I hit the lotto, I'm playin' with pay Get in that cell and I make me a shank I was dead broke but I made somethin' happen I'm back on my bull, we gon' take, no askin' You know who to call when you come to Atlanta The pack from the bay, but my bitch from Miami They lie on my name, but I'm still the one standin' I'm paperwork, shawty pulled up like a campus You should watch out, I might hurt you I know you on your job, but right now it ain't workin' She say you so credible, AR strong, incredible I'm a product servin' patients and right now I'm off that medical She know I got several And my old head right now still got money off a Nextel I don't beef with social media work, just can't give intel They gon' cap so shifty, we'll pull Glocks and make it Shiggy I made bucks before I had powerplays, this pistol hold a fifty Walk-down gang, this shit will get risky Walk in the club and they not gon' frisk me Double-down gang, I'ma shoot 'til it's empty I play with them pimps, she not gon' trick me Pull up in a Bentley, be like— Pull up in a Bentley, be like Trippie I told my mama, "I'm thuggin', it's in me" In the trap house and I'm clutchin' my semi' Flex on a broke bitch, can't get a penny She wash the Percocet down with some Henny Kick in your door, they gotta feel me Ayy, got bowls, hoes, in all different states I'm froze, my diamonds wet like a lake I'm cold, she wanna go on some dates No Ayy Damn (This is a certified hood classic) From Letras Mania