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(JR) Ayy With me it's mostly action, I hate when it's too much talkin' Lakeyah, what they pay? I send a hundred through Milwuakee I tried to take the za down to the K but they won't dog it I'm tryna leave the streets but this shirt 'cause they keep callin' They got left in the street 'cause niggas ain't have shit to offer Don't get left in the street, hit with' that heat for all that talkin' I fuck with Walmart but when it's smoke we want our target Ain't no poppin' out no bushes, we be clutchin' while we parkin' Ayy, you want smoke, you know we with' it 'cause it's pressure 'round this bitch And I ain't worried 'bout who steppin', I keep steppers 'round this bitch And I be puttin' that shit on, I get dressed around this bitch And I call all my niggas nerds, we keep TECs around this bitch Big Lakeyah, made woman, I'm protected 'round this bitch High speed car like it's a rally, flags is checker 'round this bitch All this money we be gettin', you think we stressed around this bitch? I call Tee Grizzley, we tap in, run up a check around this bitch Ayy, I can't fit in no small coupes but got two 'Vettes around my wrist Gang turnt, they fuck on hoes that they just met around this bitch When they shoot, they ain't gon' miss, they hit all net around this bitch In that bulletproof Maybach like it's a vest around this bitch Whip roarin', bitch, this ain't my only foreign Bitch going, I don't make no threats, you ain't gon' get no warning What I spent on granny crib, that's what Big Meech gave his lawyers Letras de cancionesBoy, these niggas big informants, I was broke but still important Ayy, I'm the hottest bitch doing it right now, let's just be honest I ain't got no time for hatin' ass hoes in my comments I'm the biggest name standing in Milwaukee next to Giannis Ain't Ciara, but this pussy good, it make a nigga promise I got plenty different whips and I don't drive 'em, I'm important I got drivers, I got multiple Suburbans filled with sticks so, bitch, don't try If you got tension throw that issue in the blender I'm a boss, I'm a owner, you a motherfuckin' renter And I ain't talkin' 'bout no makeup, we got MACs up in the sprinter Heard them folks you with on paperwork, that's facts up in the printer, bitch Sendin' boxes to the house, soon as they get there we gon' kill 'em Since I got out, I been winnin', savin' more than I been spending God, forgive me, I'm a sinner, I put niggas in that blender I just fly her out then crack, then send her back, can't do no dinners God, forgive me, I'm a sinner, I put niggas in that blender I just fly her out then crack, then send her back, can't do no dinners Ayy, you want smoke, you know we with' it 'cause it's pressure 'round this bitch And I ain't worried 'bout who steppin', I keep steppers 'round this bitch And I be puttin' that shit on, I get dressed around this bitch And I call all my niggas nerds, we keep TECs around this bitch From Letras Mania