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Yeah Yeah If you trappin' like you say you is, throw up your scale I've been outchea blowin' money fast, nigga, BMF (Yeah, yeah) This ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self I’ma fly my bro back to Cali', get that package mailed I just stuffed like two hunnid Ps inside a vacuum seal (Yeah) My ho just won't go to Miami, get her titties did (Yeah) You ain't ever sell a hunnid pack, nigga, how the fuck you young and lit? (How the fuck you young and lit?) You ain't never go buy a bitch nothin', how the fuck you claimin' pimp? (Fuck you claimin' pimp?) How you say it's good? Behind closed doors, you actually claimin' smoke Callin' it alone, my ho bald head, she look like Doodie Lo Call a nigga bluff, got killers with me, I don't need no bodyguard Call it what you want, lil' nigga play, I'ma put them niggas on ya And I like goin' illegal, nigga, and I like fuckin' [?] bitches Look light, but I keep my pistol, I'ma make 'em come creep up on you Bruce Lee how I kick shit, I'm a real bag getter, alright She be tryna play hard to get, but I know bro hit it Told me believe it, but I can't Don't touch 'fore I got some rank All this money give me power, whip the Trackhawk like a slave, nigga If you trappin' like you say you is, throw up your scale I've been outchea blowin' money fast, nigga, BMF (Yeah, yeah) Letras de cancionesThis ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self I’ma fly my bro back to Cali', get that package mailed I just stuffed like two hunnid Ps inside a vacuum seal (Yeah) My ho just won't go to Miami, get her titties did (Yeah) You ain't ever sell a hunnid pack, nigga, how the fuck you young and lit? (How the fuck you young and lit?) You ain't never go buy a bitch nothin', how the fuck you claimin' pimp? (Fuck you claimin' pimp?) Pints of lean, that's three hundred Gs, it comes off ice and east Got a extra hunnid in that cutter, that bitch likes the trees Pop two sixes, rollin' off them beans, it’s where I bite my teeth Throw that dog shit up, we ran all week until it’s time to leave Got a extra brick right by the store that came from cookin' loaves Pull it out her mouth and bust a nut on top her pussy, ho Fetty way too strong, an overdose, and we got off the road Switchie on this bitch, it shoot so fast, I damn near lost control He almost home, that mean that he gone, we gotta talk in codes Bro gon' spin around, flip that old bitch just like he lost his phone My lil' jit, I’d rather take a hit before he drank some Trish Busted out the wrapper in all zips, look like a plate of grits If you trappin' like you say you is, throw up your scale I've been outchea blowin' money fast, nigga, BMF (Yeah, yeah) This ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self I’ma fly my bro back to Cali', get that package mailed I just stuffed like two hunnid Ps inside a vacuum seal (Yeah) My ho just won't go to Miami, get her titties did (Yeah) You ain't ever sell a hunnid pack, nigga, how the fuck you young and lit? (How the fuck you young and lit?) You ain't never go buy a bitch nothin', how the fuck you claimin' pimp? (Fuck you claimin' pimp?) From Letras Mania