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(You done messed up, Aaron) (R14) (SR, what's your problem, fam'?) Yo, yo, yo Fuck my career for a second (Mm) Eighteen, I was on seven (Mm) Seventeen, six in the Wesson (Mhm) One, two, six, I'll cheff him (Woi) Gave the four and the baby a blessin' (Bap) Eight in the baby nine, I'll kweff him (Bow) A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin' (Brr) What you reckon? (What you reckon?) Fuck my career for a second (Mm) Eighteen, I was on seven (Mm) Seventeen, six in the Wesson (Mhm) One, two, six, I'll cheff him (Woi) Gave the four and the baby a blessin' (Bap) Eight in the baby nine, I'll kweff him (Bow) A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin' (Brr) What you reckon? (What you reckon?) **** stretched like yoga (Mm) **** got stretched like Yola (Mm) Mix the cocaine with the ammonia, paraphernalia all on the sofa **** try run, so man, what a joker Letras de cancionesStill got put on my poker hahaha (Done him up, done him up, done him up bad) **** got super soaked up (Woi) Picture the .40 clarting (Boom) For anyone askin', it's just me that's drillin' and chartin' (Yeah) Top ten with the skeng, I'll blast him (Mm) Top five with a knife, I'll carve him (Mm) Top **** got taped, stop laughin' (Mm) It was us that got down ****, never dropped ****, but man's still sparkin' If your cunt ain't wet, I won't trouble it Yo, gyal, open your mouth, let me cum in it This little bitch wanna boom off my cocky after she finished the boom with the rum in it I won't roll with my gun for the fun of it The car behind got a fuckin' gun in it (Mm) One had a whistle and one had a beam, but I need a gun with a fuckin' drum in it Fuck my career for a second (Mm) Eighteen, I was on seven (Mm) Seventeen, six in the Wesson (Mhm) One, two, six, I'll cheff him (Woi) Gave the four and the baby a blessin' (Bap) Eight in the baby nine, I'll kweff him (Bow) A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin' (Brr) What you reckon? (What you reckon?) Fuck my career for a second (Mm) Eighteen I was on seven (Mm) Seventeen, six in the Wesson (Mhm) One, two, six, I'll cheff him (Woi) Gave the four and the baby a blessin' (Bap) Eight in the baby nine, I'll kweff him (Bow) A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin' (Brr) What you reckon? (What you reckon?) What he reppin'? Bro be steppin' He might sneak in the spot with his weapon We hit a opp, he gon' drop any second They know I'm too deep in this shit, it won't stop I'ma stay with this Glock and get lit, I'ma flock Grrah, that's a new opp in a box She keep shakin' her shit with the Glock in her hand I'ma shake up the block when I hop out and blam Soon as I hop out, he ran This shit'll hold 30, click until it jam (Click into a jam) Still I could get sturdy, I might do my dance (Might do my dance) If he twin, he get sturdy, he don't even dance (He don't even dance) Drivin' wise in the spot, that's what I do Say he gon' do what? He get shot if he try to I bring knocks in the spot, that's how I move Thinkin' I'm lackin', lil' boy, I am not you I don't give a fuck about him and his gang I know I got fam', but I still let it bang, like He keep talkin' but ain't do a thing Catch me on the opps, let it off at the daylight I'm not doin' this shit for no name This really be me, no cap We caught opp after opp, a couple niggas lack We spin block after block, a couple niggas smack Fuck my career for a second (Mm) Eighteen, I was on seven (Mm) Seventeen, six in the Wesson (Mhm) One, two, six, I'll cheff him (Woi) Gave the four and the baby a blessin' (Bap) Eight in the baby nine, I'll kweff him (Bow) A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin' (Brr) What you reckon? (What you reckon?) Fuck my career for a second (Mm) Eighteen, I was on seven (Mm) Seventeen, six in the Wesson (Mhm) One, two, six, I'll cheff him (Woi) Gave the four and the baby a blessin' (Bap) Eight in the baby nine, I'll kweff him (Bow) A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin' (Brr) What you reckon? (What you reckon?) (You done messed up, Aaron) (R14) (SR, what's your problem, fam'?) From Letras Mania