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Grrah (Ayy, CR), baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow Baow, baow, baow (Grrah) Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow Moon Rock from outer space New Glock from out the state (Baow, baow) Two shots will rock his face (Brr, baow) Straight up pickpockets Takin' shit straight out your pocket, ayy My block a army base (Gang) This ain't no normal place We don't tote normal Dracs (Grrah) And I'm gon stay the same, don't get popped through this Baping Ape (Baow, baow) Can't even trust your gang, might get you popped and take your place (Brr, baow, baow) We don't go tit for tat (Nah), we take down everything (Yeah) He think it's tic-tac, his toe get tagged for playin' games (Gang, gang, gang) This ain't no bougie lick (Nah), bitch, this the perfect stain (Yeah, yeah) This a-nigga filthy rich, let's clean this shit, gеt everything (I need all that) We hit his block and spray, hе better pray, that's heavy rain (He better pray) We make it hurricane (Hurricane), somewhere it never rain Ayy, ayy I can't see me get no bitch no wedding ring (Nah, nah) But I like Mary Jane, might marry every strain She was with me through the pain (Yeah), new blick, that Ruger thing (Baow, baow, baow) That bitch gon' boom somethin' (Graow), hit his shirt, remove the stains (Brr, baow, baow, baow) Letras de canciones Moon Rock from outer space New Glock from out the state Two shots will rock his face (Baow) Straight up pickpockets Takin' shit straight out your pocket, ayy (Ayy, CR, baow) My block a army base (Baow, baow) This ain't no normal place (Nah) We don't tote normal Dracs (Ayy, grrah, baow, baow, baow) New Trackhawk off the lot (Skrrt-skrrt) Say, 300 Black I did fresh out the Bronx (Fresh out the Bronx) Ayy, I asked a bae, "You gon' suck me or not?" (Are you gon' do that) Ain't got time to be fuckin' no thot if he playin' his bitch They gon' be rushin' him out (Woo) [?] at the trap then I'm flushin' 'em down (Ok, ok) Bitch, stop actin' boujee, you fuckin' the town Ain't a law for these freaks, they cuffin' 'em down She know I'm not buyin', the bitch is not bound Charge him twenty-six, paid a different amount Ayy, say, I won't see me a drought Say, I hit that wood and create me some clouds (Create me some clouds) She ain't wanna fuck me when I was just down (Crazy) And now I'm back up, wanna come back around Say, "Bitch what the fuck, do I look like a clown?" I put my nut on her face and sent her 'bout her way (Goodbye) I won't get in the booth, I ain't made me a play No Dior today, just some dope boy J's Same dope boy tee with the dope boy face I won't go back broke, there is just no way (Uh) I was just down bad, you gon' be ok (For real) I'm in my bag like Frito-Lay (Nah, for real) Nigga playin' on TIC like T-O-K (Bah-bah-bah) Said, I was in school with Z's in my pocket, ain't playin', I'm poppin' it (Ok, ok) Moon Rock from outer space New Glock from out the state Two shots will rock his face (Baow) Straight up pickpockets (Uh, uh) Takin' shit straight out your pocket, ayy (Baow) My block a army base (Baow, baow) This ain't no normal place (Nah) We don't tote normal Dracs (Grrah, baow, baow, baow, ayy, CR) From Letras Mania