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Glocks tucked man I up I ah Damage ya Wassup with all these fuck niggas? I'm sorry for the weight I couldn't help I was always smoking on the skunk Bad bitch in my truck she tryna fuck My necklace it be shining to my junk I be smokin' dope baby I got vet lungs Blood gang, Blood dripping over here You want problems, you can get it over here You don't listen, better listen over here If you don't, I bring them pistols over there I come through and put the pistol to your ear I come through, I put the pistol to your rib I was getting money I was taking it as gifts I'm still getting money I'm still getting it how I live My wrist real, real chill, I chill I ain't never cold bitch I feel how I feel I got 10 fans on and I live how I live I'ma plan to keep growin' and I peel how I peel Glocks tucked man I up I ah Damage ya Wassup with all these fuck niggas? I'm sorry for the weight I couldn't help Letras de cancionesI was always smoking on the skunk Bad bitch in my truck she tryna fuck My necklace it be shining to my junk I be smokin' dope baby I got vet lungs Sorry for the W-E-I-G-H-T Bitch I know it's W-A-I-T, ight b? Aye I come through Mr.T White Tee and bright things Ain't got no cuban links, I got on a breitling We know drama TNT, Hercules, Disney We got cannons, Nicki, Nickelodeon, Jimmy I got that cartoon network, and that net work WG If you looking for me, I'm with money in a meeting Me and you we got money disagreements Can't come to no conclusions Cause your money ain't worth me yet If I upload a status I don't need no feedback I don't give a mothafuck who fuckin' we at Glocks tucked man I up I ah Damage ya Wassup with all these fuck niggas? I'm sorry for the weight I couldn't help I was always smoking on the skunk Bad bitch in my truck she tryna fuck My necklace it be shining to my junk I be smokin' dope baby I got vet lungs From Letras Mania