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Featuring Birdman (Intro) Yea This 5 in the morning Blowin up the pond You sleepin I’m atin, uh Chyea, ouchea getting it Dream away young nigga Lost in this life water Might put this work in Deep blue sea (Verse) No matter what I try to do, I can’t do right The other day I jacked a hot pickle and fruit stripes Then me and my niggas stole 2 bikes Then we went on like 2 flights, no plane I’m talking ‘bout the night hustle Me, myself I flex my muscle I ain’t really tryina tussle See that thing will prolly bust you, brat! And I know the cops tryina bug you I hope your shit ain’t tapped nigga And I hope you ain’t wearing a wire Letras de cancionesPour some water on him, electrify him, set him on fire If a nigga playing with me and my people See we don’t play tho Niggas think that this just a game It ain’t no play tho, but I mold you, scold you Fold you like clothes dust Straight out of the drier, then puff some trees to get higher Shit, niggas know they Carey like Mariah Kids that ain’t theirs on they taxes Shit, y’all niggas acting like actress Y’all don’t know Beatrice, that’s my uncle from the city nigga B32 too nigga You understand? Do your history, your research Fuck around and they gonn prolly have to call a reaper Your face on the t shirt, now you restin in peace boy Playing around with us, this shit could get hot like grease boy Fly over the greece boy, money get increase boy Get it straight like the criss boy Pullin up in like retards Get under your skin like a keylord The only alphabets we cool with is the d boys, and deep boys You ain’t the man nigga, you’s a decoy Yous’ a lookout, you eating off of them When the birds come in, you never ever see em, mula You ain’t the type that’s tryina get the bands up BM Niggas that be langing on my nerves like my BM Hang em up in the lame nigga museum We quick to zim, put em to sleep If they playin round with me and my niggas Yeah we quick to creep Yeah we come through 30 deep And 30 cars, prolly got like 30 broads Knock off 30 boys, tryina play around with me and my, me and my, me and my Me and my rich gang You tryina play around with me and my, me and my, me and my Me and my rich gang Prove you’s a bitch maine, fucking with the young stunners Nigga you fucking with the young stunners Nigga you fuck around with the rich gang, we prove that you a bitch mane And have your mammy picking out your funeral fit mane Stop fuckin with it, before we spit a bit Do you in, hit you up with the mac 10 You and your can, shouts out to mac 10 Nigga that’s my nigga, make a nigga do a backspin If you play with Jack Dem Me and my rich gang You got me fucked up with my rich gang Ain’t nothing for us to proove that you a bitch mane Playing around your mom will be picking your funeral fit mane. (Outro) Uptown rich nigga Come from the slums with it This nigga there, I see you nigga We ouchea getting it Mastermind this whole game plan This money poppin Off the floor It’s yo room floor Marbles floors and chandeliers Nig broke 20 on bitches, ya heard? Leggo Call game stupid This game is stupid Money game to the ceiling Grind no end, it’s just life Flashy lifestyle every day Hundred in the right pocket, Scrap under Livin life Bring the bottles From Letras Mania