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Got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em? If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' When I be in the A, I be poppin' King of Compound, ask [?] I be dead fresh, I'm stylish If water around the house, that bitch an island Late night, got a bitch on Fallon Brand new 'Rari with the [?] stripes I be in the kitchen, I'm the chef Dope ain't coming back, I got to get it right Don't make me fuck your bitch, that pussy poppin' We be ballin' like we hit the lotto We some real niggas, that's the motto We be in the club, where the sparklers at? I just sold a brick now I got [?] bread Fell in love with a ratchet, but get model head Boy I got the 40, it got hollow heads And you a yes nigga, you a bobble head My money out the banks and hit to Mexico El Chapo just escaped, I'm trying to double that Free Big Meech and Free [?], we need blessings I'm a dopeboy, where the legends at? I just moved to Miami with the [?] Shoutout to [?] and [?] I be with the Haitians in Little Haiti Letras de cancionesCaught a dirty, damn near violated probation Called my mama from the bank, told her we made it Bitch asked me if the pussy good, told her I hate it And she lyin' to her friends, saying I ate it But I only [?] on the head, we never dated If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em? Niggas watching in the closet, see you plottin' Boy you a fuck nigga, you ridin' Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em? Got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em? If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' This that big money shit, that executive shit This that young nigga with the shirt off in the Lambo shit This that park that hoe, come back in a 'Rari shit This that make these niggas jump off the motherfuckin' bridge You know what I'm talking about? This that [?] shit This that have a hundred, this that motherfuckin' buzz down drug That bitch hate it, this that crib look like a small [?] on them pussies And we cash that out You ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' You ain't got no enemies, you ain't street [?] We built for [?] CMG! Art of Hustle This that [?] understand From Letras Mania