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(LeeBoy, you on the track) Uh, uh Frrt, uh, uh (JTK) Feds on a sweep, and I-, uh (Grrt, baow) Switchy on that bitch and I get busy, I'm like- Look, if Pac was from Chiraq, he be off the .9 Five Glocks in the back of the hatch-back ridin' with a shh, tryna electric slide In the bushes tryna collect some lives Don't push me, pussy, you might get stretched or some' We ridin' with TECS and nines Now it's blood on my hoodie, you a dread head actor just like Whoopi And I'm more than a rapper, but we ain't gon' get into that 'cause the feds on the 'net tryna book me And the opps can't even act likе they ever could whoop mе Before we had straps, we would bully the bullies Smoking opps by the pack, this shit hitting like zookies, uh Shorty, I'm misunderstood When I go back to the 'Raq, lil' bro, don't hand me the fully's unless it's the new baby Drac' with the wood She gave me face and she rolled me a 'Wood, uh And I gave her the wood She told me, "Bae, let me know when you nut" I said, "You finna hate me, I already came, is you good?" She said, "Baby, I'm good" I'm switching lanes in a whole 'nother hood Letras de cancionesAnd I'm letting it bang in a whole 'nother hood If he reach for my chain, put his brains on the hood Look, if Pac was from Chiraq, he be off the .9 Five Glocks in the back of the hatch-back ridin' with a shh, tryna electric slide In the bushes tryna collect some lives Don't push me, pussy, you might get stretched or some' We ridin' with TECS and nines Now it's blood on my hoodie, you a dread head actor just like Whoopi And I'm bangin' the Jakes from wherever I took it Made a whole 100k in the A like Boogie EBK dropping racks, I can change the way, if you get in my face, I'm buggin' Social bucks and Lil' Breezy my shorty I'm forever on go behind my lil' buddy And I'm upping the score if they tell me to up it Uh, nigga, that's end of discussion Red beam on the sights, he blushing And we doing the race on the Jakes, it's nothin' And we gettin' away like Harriet Tubman Baby, I'm back, but hand me the onion, uh And hand me them Funion's, I've been in the back seat rollin' them bundles up I just poured codeine in my two liter, think my cup was drunk He ain't no demon, I just seen that boy got bubble guts You niggas over sweet, Krispy Kreme, can't be one of us They see infra-red beams and flee the scene, they run from us They said getting robbed come with the streets, niggas ain't took enough from us Look, if Pac was from Chiraq, he be off the .9 Five Glocks in the back of the hatch-back ridin' with a shh, tryna electric slide In the bushes tryna collect some lives Don't push me, pussy, you might get stretched or some' We ridin' with TECS and nines Now it's blood on my hoodie, you a dread head actor just like Whoopi From Letras Mania