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Huh, 1017 Mafia TLE Cinco, it's Gucci Go Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin' Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin') They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy Salute to [?], nigga, he fucked my bitch I was locked up, they like "Cinc', where the fuck you been?" I'm sippin' real codeine, no cup of [?] And if I fuck one time, I can fuck again (Ayy) I'm on that bullshit right now, eighty light, be singin', just poppin' I got a switch on the Glick, turn his shirt to a nightgown Ayy, all of a sudden, nigga dissin', they come up missin' Ayy, I get this shit, just as long as thеy printed Ayy, caught me an opp, he sprintеd Hey, I'm mixin' drank with the drank and I feel like a chemist Fine lil' bitch wanna drank it, pourin' But I can't cuff no ho', I'm sorry (Hey, hey) I'm on the stay with a ratchet, mornin' That fire, these niggas knowin' the hardest, ayy Get paid for this shit, I'm a [?] artist Letras de cancionesIt ain't fuck with the school, I'm retarded Hey, I'm in the front in the front, with a red dead [?] This codeine red, theirs purple like Barney (Ayy) Five-hundred shots in this motherfuckin' truck Nigga, I get the drop and I'm shootin' it off Soon as I get the number, I'm suin' the [?] Big boss Cinc', I'm cool as fuck Trapped out, I can't serve no rounds If I can't catch him, I'm whackin' that man She just slap him, blow like fan These niggas cappin', I know they a fan I told him take off, a fact, let 'em know you ain't chopstick Beat, I make him dance I don't really like that bitch, quit playin' I'm sayin', get to that check and I do it again Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin' Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin') They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin' Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin') They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy (Go) Ice on my neck, ice on my wrist, all of my shit be hittin' (Brr) How you a rapper, ain't makin' no money? Boy, you should think about quittin' (Well, damn) I don't do shit for the love or the fun, I do this shit for the millions (Milli's) Rap nigga need to just stay in they bag, but they keep stayin' in they feelings (Bitch) Don't bring up my ex-ho's, I left them all in the trenches (Hoes) Opinions just like ass-hoes, everyone got an opinion (Opinion) Guwop teamed with Cinco, we star, just like Ringo Pull up and the kids scream "Bingo", bitch keep stealin' my lingo (Well, damn) Standin' on top of you, move like the mafia Who want fish scale, 'cause we keep them [?]? (Skrrt) 'Wop singin' rappers who trappers went popular If he weren't rappin', they probably be robbin' you (Wow) Say you want smoke with my crew, then [?] (Smoke) Know we keep two's, we tote hammers like [?] So Icy Boyz, we done broke the thermometers Stack off the winter, just dipped for the summer (It's Gucci) Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin' Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin') They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin' Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin') They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy From Letras Mania