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Bitch, I'm stylish Glock tucked, big t-shirt, Billie Eilish Watch on my wrist, but I want that in diamonds Niggas talkin' crazy, when I pull up, it's silent Mile high, run that shit back, bitch, I'm stylish Glock tucked, big t-shirt, Billie Eilish Watch on my wrist, but I want that in diamonds Niggas talkin' crazy, when I pull up, it's silent Mile high, fuck a first-class, I'm the pilot Pilot of my own plane Million-dollar talk every time the phone ring Luda never put in work in the dope game But I did to rap what Escobar did to cocaine Pablo with the shots though There's a rapper cemetery where my opps go They some babblers, never should've chose to battle us They bettеr off boxin' with Marvelous Marvin Hagler Or Floyd "Money" May' Bitch, I stay frеsh, put that boy on display Twenty years plus, man, that boy here to stay Wilder than Deontay, boy, to this day To this day, can't nobody fuck with him When every single verse of Luda's is stuck with 'em And every single plaque when I take it to the rack like the NBA Check the stats, Kenny, Ernie, and Shaq, and Chuck with him Letras de cancionesIt's the MVP, jersey in the rafters Baller, author, rapper, actor Creator, producer, career timeless Extra credit, did I mention to you hoes? Bitch, I'm stylish Glock tucked, big t-shirt, Billie Eilish Watch on my wrist, but I want that in diamonds Niggas talkin' crazy, when I pull up, it's silent Mile high, run that shit back, bitch, I'm stylish Yeah, and when I talk, I wanna hear silence The fuse is lit, bitch, I'm back to give you niggas violence My shit, you niggas' shit dull Bars beat your face off your motherfuckin' skull (Damn, nigga) El diamante (Huh) Overpower your little raps, I'm el gigante (Haha) Look, I love my sisters and I love all of my brothers But I'll fuck you up on beats, it's why we got love for each other (God damn it, kid) You gon' need you a roadmap To reach this destination, bitch, when I pull up, it's gon' slap For thirty years, I fucked up the feature, who wan' rap? Talkin' 'bout you nicer than me while knowin' it's all cap (Shut your ass up) Watch how all that you do is slack Go 'head and bite the bait, stupid, and fall in the wrong trap (Mhm) I might lose it 'til I let off a long rrat You might abuse the drug like you smokin' a long crack, listen Fuck if you with them, you niggas should get with me (Mhm) I'm back up in this bitch like I'm knowin' you niggas miss me (Mhm) Appreciate this art, whether you sober or you tipsy While I'm on my Basquiat or my Leonardo da Vinci Bitch, I'm stylish Glock tucked, big t-shirt, Billie Eilish Watch on my wrist, but I want that in diamonds Niggas talkin' crazy, when I pull up, it's silent Mile high, run that shit back, bitch, I'm stylish Uh, I'm still gettin' plaques in 2023 (Uh) I'm one of the best, it's like twenty-three (What?) Gettin' real money since I was twenty-three (What?) A fan of myself, I'm N.O.R.E (Oh) Mic booth smoke shafts, let the top open In that jet-black Corvette, the block smokin' I came to party (Ayy) Your girl on me, she call me papi (Oh) Tunji asked me for the blessing, I'm like, "Kid, of course" It's my old hit, but this new hit is yours Applause, stay on your job like doing chores And we really all legal, we ain't gotta break laws Emails from Geneva, Audemars Piguets club And Swisher land with that Cali weed, the best plug Armani White stand strong, different how they make 'em And people don't give you your flowers, they go and take 'em Bitch, I'm stylish Glock tucked, big t-shirt, Billie Eilish Watch on my wrist, but I want that in diamonds Niggas talkin' crazy, when I pull up, it's silent Mile high, run that shit back, bitch, I'm stylish Glock tucked, big t-shirt, Billie Eilish Watch on my wrist, but I want that in diamonds Niggas talkin' crazy, when I pull up, it's silent Mile high, fuck a first-class, I'm the pilot From Letras Mania