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Ayy, Pab, pass me a pack of Newport right quick (QRN) (Dabi, you'll make 'em proud) Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a little stressed out right now That's a couple hundred grand Two-hundred something on the dash I nearly came up from the bottom If that's a question you want to ask Official while riding on the Xan I just pray that I don't crash Your brotha thuggin raise your hands If you got get back for your man Hoes goes Audemars for certain Fifty-thousand timing perfect Project housing blood on top Discreet, too deep do a Verzuz Fuck that let me pop a perky Spin that shit again I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery Spin that shit again I swear to God that that shit really hurt me Aw man, here the cops come And it's 3 a.m. in the streets we really hotter than lava All these snakes in my front yard Letras de cancionesAnd I could not dodge 'em That shit be fake, be the same ones, they claim that they love ya Things ain't the same, they got me traumatized They try the gang, gone be a homicide They say I changed that's because I'm going through this pain I watched my cousin die Codeine I still can't put down this drink That's even though I tried Colgate that's the code name for cocaine, we serve it through the night Okay, that shit y'all seen on that camera was our seventh one Okay, wait 'til Christmas I'ma buy lil' boy his favorite gun Ray Allen, really had to grind to climb from out the mud No fade, I done had to switch my Hellcat just to dodge a charge Fuck em 'cause we livin large Buddah got the toughest tuck Game with that .30 rod Up that thing, a thirty shots I ain't dying by the gun But livin' by it, that's the art of war Finally I'm the one who really got it in a foreign car Hoes goes Audemars for certain Fifty-thousand timing perfect Project housing blood on top Discreet, too deep do a Verzuz Fuck that let me pop a perky Spin that shit again I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery Spin that shit again I swear to God that that shit really hurt me Aw man, here the cops come And it's 3 a.m. in the streets we really hotter than lava All these snakes in my front yard And I could not dodge 'em That shit be fake, be the same ones, they claim that they love ya I'm on one I went two for two My niggas out that three Throw up that four For my niggas jumping' out that SRT Number five, add another five, standing on all ten Fuck eleven We be dodging twelve with this F&N Thirteen, I was spitting, writing rhythms without a pen Fourteen, I was on my grind, and fresh from out the pen Fifteen, fucked up in the mind, all I know was spent Forever sixteen till the day I die, we catch, and you gon' get it This shit is not no competition On my own pace and I'm winning Foreign cars yellin', pink slippin', I know that you thought they rented That's cause you all in my business Fuck it, go get some benji's I know that these niggas envy, yellow bitch look like Rainey Kitchen Peezy, a chemist, a lot of shit I invented But fuck it, let 'em pretend it, we slangin' iron can't prevent it For I leave Lil' D, my lil' brotha, I'll leave all these bitches And all I know is the hustle and flipping till it's a million Hoes goes Audemars for certain Fifty-thousand timing perfect Project housing blood on top Discreet, too deep do a Verzuz Fuck that let me pop a perky Spin that shit again I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery Spin that shit again I swear to God that that shit really hurt me Aw man, here the cops come And it's 3 a.m. in the streets we really hotter than lava All these snakes in my front yard And I could not dodge 'em That shit be fake, be the same ones, they claim that they love ya Everybody in the club, tear it down (Dabi, you'll make 'em proud) Everybody in the club, tear it down From Letras Mania