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Yeah, you pour wax on the table, uh huh, and you set it on fireUh, yeah, you knowThis that dope boy shit, niggaYa smell me, fuck wit yaYour reign on the top, short like leprechaunsI came through in drops, Porches and heavy charmsAnd I came from the block, was flawless with ex-consAnd we aimin' them glocks, of course, ready to bombNow I done seen a custy cop four pies of the same gearI also seen a nigga cop four rides in the same yearThe concrete jungle, no trees to swing fromThis weed and gettin' drunk and heaters gettin' dumpedOr hit the highway, nigga, key's up in the trunkBack up in the city with some skeezers in the trunkI ain't a player but I do my dirt, dawgDrop top 'Cedes better move when it murk offI got it swayin' to the left lanePlus a nigga coughin' 'cause the haze give me chest painYes, mothafucka, the boys are back with my vestAnd I'm tucked up with my boys in back, fuckaYou don't want it with them niggasLetras de cancionesWhile you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin' richerBet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we scorin'If he get outta line, put his punk ass in the coffinNigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the truthEven four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupeOak wood in interior, suede on the roofNow shoot back, now shoot backAh man, Hell Rell, he on the same bullshit againSame black hoodie, ya same fo' fifth againBitches stop likin' me but now they on my dick againSee me in that Aston with my chain glistenin'Yeah, I'm bustin' off the chrome, yeah, I'm 'bout to off your domeKill a mother and a father, kids go to foster homesYeah, I like to floss the chrome, nigga, leave the boss aloneSee my neck and my wrist, I'm rockin' with a cost for homesHomie, they don't call me Ruger for nothin'Back out on these bitch niggas, get that Ruger to dumpin'So don't run up on me, nigga, you know I stay with itG'd up from my beef and brocks, to the Oakland A's, fittedThat's the bottom to the top, you seen the bottom of the potI got it white, I got it tan, it's either you coppin' or you notNigga, jets is pullin' off and you stuck on the curbD I P, be G, fuck what you heardYou don't want it with them niggasWhile you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin' richerBet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we scorin'If he get outta line, put his punk ass in the coffinNigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the truthEven four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupeOak wood in interior, suede on the roofNow shoot back, now shoot backWe all strapped in the ride, I ain't talkin' like the elderlyYak when we drive, like we rollin' fuckin' felonyTrap to survive, get the buck, sellin' keys, it's hard to get byThat's why we puff hella weedBut if this high don't come downI feel the walls spinnin' like the sky gon' come downI need air, top of the ride, gon' come downAnd I swear I stay fly when I jump outJewled up in ice, that bent that dude likeSpyder 430 with the bluish lightsGot the coupe, bright, but we still shoot diceFor my niggas on the Eastside, this is true lifeYou don't want it with them niggasWhile you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin' richerBet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we scorin'If he get outta line, put his punk ass in the coffinNigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the truthEven four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupeOak wood in interior, suede on the roofNow shoot back, now shoot back From Letras Mania