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(Intro) Stacks wuddup nigga? From Texas to LA Milton City, wuddup? (Verse) I’ve been out here just ridin Fuck them bitches in grindin My ho was build like stallions My niggas build like rhyming Better name off this rhyming Customized, took all diamonds Tool on my neck and I started getting checks But they do what I say like Simon I run this motherfucker, you can ask them hoes you came with Been a couple hours, you’ve been posted with the same bitch Been a couple years, you’ve been travelling round the same grip When you go up grey you been on that lame shit I’ve been on that stack that money, spend that money fast shit You’ve been on that broke as fuck, a nigga never had shit I’ve been on that fuck these women, throw em in the cab shit You’ve been on that cuff these women, Got em living lavish Fuckin faggot, ride around with that ratchet I blast it, have yo family at yo closed casket Just crying for you, got your niggas dying for you Letras de cancionesJust T-shirts and a couple rap songs But ain’t nobody riding for you (Hook x2) When the pressure’s on I be yelling game time Got your girl on my nuts, call it hang time Middle finger’s up, I ain’t throwing gang sings I be driving, getting head and smoking at the same time (Verse) Fortune tellers try to read my cards, all they see is money Strippers got us in the club, all my niggas throwing 20’s Nigga act yo age, not your shoe size I’m out in Vegas at the palms, sittin poolside We copped a couple bottles, but we hardly drinkin Shawty starin at my section, I know what she thinkin That’s a come up but nigga get yo funs up Touch my chain and get your brains blowed, keep them guns up I ain’t gotta lie on it, I can put my five on it I put the whole team on it All my niggas ride on it Jet ski swag, say I’m skating on em Niggas make a little money, start hatin on em I ain’t mad dog, I’m just watching yall Fuckin faggot pussy niggas tryna stop me dawg Try to cope me dawg, wrist stay rocky dawg Eat yo vegetables, I split yo fuckin broccoli dawg (Hook x2) When the pressure’s on I be yelling game time Got your girl on my nuts, call it hang time Middle finger’s up, I ain’t throwing gang sings I be driving, getting head and smoking at the same time From Letras Mania