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Featuring Tha City Paper (Intro) Yea You know who it is, nigga Motherfuckers see the paper, nigga This that Cash Bill record shit nigga Real nigga shit nigga Haters get fucked up, nigga Big boy choppas (Verse) My uncle Bud drank Buwise I won’t do no drugs but pot He be blowin my phone up Like every day I want lunch out Fish scale, I’m a Pisces, I’m trapped out in these white t’s I’m just thumbing through the check Came out lookin for a Nike Courtside, Spike Lee Bitch I’m a dawg, Mike V I’m in the hood, Ice Cube With that coco, Ice T Barred doors and blue pits I see cotton and 2 bricks Dope fiends gon damn near die just after toon hits Letras de cancionesI’m fuckin up my mama pots Running hot, my mama spot Bitch fucked up and my mama there But fuck that, my mama not I told yall out there, whole of yall This soda bottle what got him shot A man just in my drop and my forger clean on twilight You just going to court (it’s on) And tell it should be short (come on) I’m grinding, ain’t got no choice Still paying this child support These hoes I’ve been missing So I went to the club (leggo) No club like damn I’m trippin What the fuck have I just done? (hold up) (Hook) Last night got crazy Everybody got guns Everybody start shootin Everybody had to run Bitches started making movies Everybody got some Scales and a trap phone –everybody got one Scales and a trap phone –everybody got one Scales and a trap phone –everybody got one Last night got crazy Everybody got guns Them scales and a trap phone –everybody got one (ball) (Verse) I don’t know what I done But please Lord forgive me Woke up with a hangover, no bullets in my semi Hunneds of missed calls, about 20 from Buck 50 from my baby mommas Both of em what the fuck 20 calls from Keisha, text message from Lisa Young bitch right beside me Guess she right here when I need her I ask that hoe what happened And no, this ain’t no rap song She told me I need to slow down Use yo skill and yo trap phone I told her thanks a million, can’t move without no scale But why I got a half a brick in the indigo hotel? My bank roll feel lighter, I spent one of yall, re-up I’m to yall 9 piece, nigga stash money, speed up Niggas reppin that cash ville I fuck with em, we all grinders And I don’t remember shit Last night had the Alzheimer’s Ball til I die, I guess that make it tragic This purp got me exhaling, miss Angela Bassett, ball (Hook) Last night got crazy Everybody got guns Everybody start shootin Everybody had to run Bitches started making movies Everybody got some Scales and a trap phone –everybody got one Scales and a trap phone –everybody got one Scales and a trap phone –everybody got one Last night got crazy Everybody got guns Them scales and a trap phone –everybody got one (ball) (Outro) Yea, these niggas talkin all this shit Talkin bout they trappin this, that and the other I don’t even see these niggas out here man You feel me? We using flow scales and shit, you feel me? Bills and everything, that’s all Trap phones boomin, 6 phones We throwin away a phone every week You feel me? You might only see a nigga with one phone at a time Ain’t no tellin, know how we get down You feel me? From Letras Mania