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Ayy, ayy (Brrt, brrt), once again Steppin' on these niggas head man, (Steppin' on these bitch-ass) Gettin' in between these bitches legs, man Ayy, ayy What we doin'? (What we doin'?) Ayy, steppin' on these niggas heads Every day a new opp dead Every day a different Glock Pussy boy know how I play it I hope this song right here don't get in the hands of the feds (Hope it don't get to the feds, man) Ayy, I just got a brand new Glock With a fifty and a switch (With a fifty and a switch) I just popped one of my opps I'm finna go do another hit (I'm finna go do another hit) I don't givе a fuck 'bout this money I just bought foenem somе sticks (Bought foenem some sticks) I just bought me a new watch Without the sun, this bitch gon' glisten (Bling, bling) Please, name another rapper that did more drills than me (Who did more drills than me) Anytime I poked a nigga when I was broke it was ten at least (It was ten at least) Popped up at his spot like, "What you say? Haha, remember me?" My opps think they ridin' slick, I see you boys in that Jeep (I see you boys in that Jeep) And it ain't no SRT (Nah) Man, I know where bitches sleep (Ayy) If I was grimy-slimy, I woulda put your baby on a tee (Put your baby on a tee) Letras de cancionesBut it really ain't that deep (It ain't deep) You ain't did shit to me Just a whole lotta rumors that you sneak dissin' to the streets And we still trap on Danny block (Trap on Danny block) Ayy, how you block a nigga in but don't jump out the car? Soon as we pull up, we gon' jump out the car (Jump out the car) Nigga, let's go Glock for Glock (Glock for Glock) Bitch, we could go shot for shot (Shot for shot, bah, bah) Only thing I ain't doing is bar for bar Bitch, I want you niggas head (Head, head, head) Boy, I want you niggas top Bitches going crazy on Wabash and I hop out the car Chains on, bet nobody reach, he gon' be off the Wock' Freaky hoes on top the car, I ain't heard not naan shot Might just hit the e-way in my striker Let me find some hoes fuckin' with niggas that don't like us Niggas beef with us, they wanna call us and type us (They type us) Man, what type of Ayy, niggas is this? I got signed years ago but bitch I'm still rich I just copped the AP and a Carti' and I'm still rich I just copped four cars, forgot I bought 'em, man, I'm real rich I just took two losses, told my mama I don't feel sick Ayy, ayy, I'm a real-life threat Smoked a lot of niggas in the city, they still don't know who did that (Still don't know who did that) He was fuckin' with the opps, he ain't wanna get out, so he got stretched (Come here) Other buddy was due 'cause and I could tell you what happened there He was sneak dissin' to a bitch We caught him loafin' put it to his neck (Put it to his neck) And I could say some names, but you know I can't show my hand (I won't show my hand) If this song gets to the feds, bitch, I'm still ain't gon' rat (Shh) Still gon' post up on Danny block Ain't a nigga gon' come through there, ayy (Ayy) From Letras Mania