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Park the Audi on the side-block, hop out hit the corner everybody tryna' swag jock Lil Herby bitch I'm the man out here, bitches stand out here got them bands out here If you cause a scene on the land out here I just make a call and you' stained out here, now thats boss shit And I talk shit cause my neck and wrists got my frostbit Took this niggas bitch now he stalkin', he can buy it back at the auction I be countin stacks steady countin stacks add more to it then I count em back I will never change nigga count on that you ain't gotta hide cause I'm ballin, they be shootin' streets till they heater gone like they knees ain't strong then they fallin' But I'm trained to go and my heater strong they need to ball bitch I'm Spaulding, Jordans swish they like shorty sick I'm in sacks fifth boy I'm forty six When they hear my A's they go super sick I'm a young nigga wit' a couger bitch I forever trap till I'm super rich Ion' gotta flex I be coolin' it If he disrespect let that Ruger spit head shot his madoola split Ain't no leg shots when I'm shootin shit I got Steph Curry on the shootin' tip thats a hit an ran, drop a nigga then hit again, later catch me countin' dividends [Hook] ... Ey' Bibby lets get it man, fuck these niggas up Big chopper no Harley call me young Ali Or M.J I been great Bow down to your sensei I been real they been fake Dough boy I been gettin cake Letras de cancionesI'm in the field with the biggest steel that tough talkin that'll get him killed This shit is real, Lil' Bibby I go so nuts I mean so nuts Foreign cars when I roll up might hop out and just post up Grab some blunts roll those up Tell bro call some hoes up Niggas say they finna take off but tell these niggas whats the hold up? Cause I ain't seen nothin' Kill shit you ain't seen nothin Know what snitches get Big guns for the witnesses No talkin I'm killin shit And I walk around with like seven thou' Nigga rob me? You was probably dreamin blow his brains out What the fuck was you thinkin I stay stapped You musta' been drinkin its no lackin' My bro packin See a opp have bro clap him Goin hard its a fuckin classic Kobe with the blunt dont pass it I know the game like I'm Madden I got work but I'm taxin Armor tough when in I'm traffic Caught him at the light and then wacked him [Hook] ... Told ya'll man niggas ain't fuckin wit us, NLMB 150, we goin back in.. lets get it! L's Me and Bibby steady killin tracks Spendin stacks and steady get em back Sneak dissin we'll get em wacked Keep bitches get them niggas back I ain't with all the chitter chat I ain't lien' I'm spittin facts Cocaine flow I'm spittin crack 30 shot clip I'll give him that 30 shots hit he ain't healin' back No sympathy when a nigga wacked Street shit in me I ain't feelin' that G' shit in me bitch I'm peelin racks Savin hoes I ain't into that Trainin' hoes and then send em back Your bitch on me cause I'm gettin that I ain't savin money I'm spendin that Range Rovers take a spin in that Forgiatos bitches diggin' that Horny models on a nigga sack 40 hollows sittin' in a Mac Switching cars like I'm swithin broads No Limit gang all my niggas stars Doors tinted on my different cars Foreign lot up in my bitch garage My niggas ain't finna starve My niggas broke? you gettin robbed I'm in the booth steady spittin bars I'm the real deal these niggas frauds And I'm pullin these niggas cards Lotta niggas tryna act hard let the gat spark Find his ass in the backyard [Hook] From Letras Mania