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That's what crime do See these young niggas— that's how the mob move (BassKids, answer your motherfuckin' phone, nigga) These racks in my pocket, that's what crime do See my young niggas with me 'cause that's how the mob move I turned the cream soda to a Piru Look me head to toe, everything I got exclusive I kicked into overdrive, I ain't tryna lose She could fuck the square nigga, had to cut her loose My young niggas shootin' like they run the two Why you lyin' on my name when you know the truth? Connectеd with no plug like the Bluetooth All whitе truck, but the seats in it soowoo Bitch nigga, take him for his chain, he like New New Granny seen my cup, I had to lie, I said it's prune juice I threw the deuce sign when I blew through 7 Mile, dog in the car with no roof, roof My hundreds turned blue, it got jumped, then it's new crew He ain't got no motion, make a thousand every blue moon More money, more power, more sex Asked that bitch, "Where the throat at?" At the door step Get your own, nigga, don't take handouts from no man Get the lo', hit the road with it, show your gonads Coppin' blow, put your toes on it, make some more grams Letras de cancionesLeft the porch, twelve years old, richer than some grown men Press the gas, pressure on, we can't give 'em no chance Nigga lied in all his songs, he ain't ever road-ran Get the chicken, make it grow, I need some more eggs Fuck the lights out her while I'm broke, flip the ho bread The lo' just dropped, nigga, code red Damn, Veeze, you really slimed that nigga? Sure did I'll make that bitch hold the blicky 'fore we hold hands I'll make that bitch get up with you, make you blow a ten Hit the Walmart and swipe giffies, my first gig If she ain't down to stuff the bag, that's the wrong bitch Gang Gang, ganger The way I lean break the laws of physics He like Chris Rock dad when it come to the spending Never did crime, break the law in his lyrics I'm high off yellow pills like I'm flyin' on Spirit I ain't just rappin', nigga, I'm speakin' from experience Bust the wrapper, you gon' see the white like Britney Spears in it FaceTimed bro on the Lear geeked, seal rippin' Gallery don't make me make appointments, you a lil' nigga Take 75, still put chills in me Give my bitch a thousand at a time just for dealin' with me Take a thousand beans to the hillbillies How the fuck I build a friendship with pill sniffers? It be the fakest niggas claimin' they the real niggas I need the quickest way to get up to a meal ticket I'm tellin' bro 'nem chill, they just wanna kill niggas These niggas think I'm famous, I don't even feel different Gettin' richer, miller Yeah Gettin' richer, racin' to a miller Keepin' distant, dodgin' penitentiary Just to get what I got, he'll turn killer You better keep some money comin' just like your opinion Keep your head up, it get realer and realer So much dirt, I forget to repent for forgiveness I'm glad I'm out the game 'cause the snitches living I put her on a wave like I live in a river Gettin' paid for all the shit I been through Pourin' champagne on the ground, tellin' bro I miss him He lost his mind, I don't know that nigga Honest, trust over lie, never over bitches Tell the opps stay inside, they get no privilege I'ma need a purple cane when I'm old, sipping Young nigga, got more game than an old nigga Stopped smokin', still droppin' dirty dope, mixing From Letras Mania