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(Hurricane) G-Lock, G-Lock, G-Lock, G-Lock Yeah Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite (Yeah) I be workin' all day and trappin' all night (Yeah) Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight (Yeah) When I catch your boy, yeah, you know it's on sight (Yeah) Everything I do wrong, feels so right (Bitch) I lied like I love her, I should've said "Sike" These niggas some bitches, these niggas some dikes Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, ayy, where is the diapers? (Ayy) Shoutout to Glizock, that nigga my idol Ayy, shoutout my lil' bitch, she don't need a title Shoutout my opps tryna kill all my rivals Yeah, nigga, and that's on my side-bitch (On God) I'm sippin' on mud and smokin' on flowers (Phew) Yeah, I got that bag in, I got some power (Phew, phew) Just got two black 9s, Jae Crowder My dawgs don't say too much, just growl South Memphis like the wild, wild West So you better find you a vest (Uh, uh) Only twenty-four and I ball like a vet Steppin' on everybody neck (Yeah) Check, check, yeah, check after check (Yeah) Letras de cancionesNine letters, you know what I rep (Bitch) I'm killin' this bitch, tryna fuck her to death I'm gettin' to that bag, and that bag, ain't nothin' else If it ain't 'bout that bag, you can bag it on up Yeah, back in the day, I was baggin' it up Yeah, sackin' it up, yeah, stackin' it up (Yeah) Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite (Yeah) I be workin' all day and trappin' all night (Yeah) Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight (Yeah) When I catch your boy, yeah, you know it's on sight (Yeah) Everything I do wrong, feels so right I lied like I love her, I should've said "Sike" These niggas some bitches, these niggas some dikes Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, ayy, where is the diapers? (Ayy) Killin' these niggas like my last name Myers First name Michael, I ball like Michael (Uh) Tyson, ten carats in, rings bitin' (Uh) Came in fuckin' shit up, Joe Biden (Uh) Can't play around, gotta get shit done (Yeah) I go to sleep when the sun come up (Yeah) Been flexin' all year, don't wait for the summer I ain't havin' no problem with this bread This a Ram truck, why the inside red? (Huh?) Yeah, fuck my opps, they walkin' dead My grandma said, "Boy, you ain't got no friends" Then slapped me on my head (Yeah) Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite (Yeah) I be workin' all day and trappin' all night (Yeah) Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight (Yeah) When I catch your boy, yeah, you know it's on sight (Yeah) Everything I do wrong, feels so right (Bitch) I lied like I love her, I should've said "Sike" (Yeah) These niggas some bitches, these niggas some dikes (Yeah) Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, ayy, where is the diapers? (Yeah) Hmm, yeah From Letras Mania