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You know I love my niggas man, to death Free Nine I can't change for no bitch, no money, no nothing, you hear me? My loyalty's to my brothers, to these streets, you dig? Gang, woah What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy What you know 'bout warrin' over money? yeah baby 365, tryna make it through the summer What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public? I just told my niggas I can't go broke no more I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar I hit the lot and cop a foreign car Like I can't believe it Fake hoes, say no, ay Fly shit, better clothes, ay Chopppers and dracos, ay I remember late shows, ay Crack 'til the bank close, ay Fuckin' one of Drake's hoes, ay Stashin' in the straight A, ay One from you A$AP, ay One time pop out, slide Get killed, you go outside Not unless the mob's outside Letras de cancionesNever read, keep my mouth quiet Shoes cost to feed your boy, ay Free the guys till they outside Four hundred bands, that's why y'all mad Silent hip, that's why y'all mad Let it off In the roof and the hood like set it off Front me a brick, I'ma get it off Since I was five I been a boss Swag OC, I'm a [?] He run and got out but I ain't seen the boy Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy What you know 'bout warrin' over money? yeah baby 365, tryna make it through the summer What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public? I just told my niggas I can't go broke no more I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar I hit the lot and cop a foreign car Like I can't believe it Nowhere to stay Always shots, nowhere to play My life so crazy now Spent eight on the section, said fuck Section 8 I bought my mom a new crib No more rent being late I told my great she get to roll and that's my ride ok? Bar money, brick money Car money, stick money Give a bitch nine dollars A ho can't get shit from me I used to sell soap Gino ran out of coke I hit 16, I had to tote Because those killers ain't a joke And I was tired of being broke And I was tired of being poor Kick door, kick door I take it all and get gone 72 hours in a room I never rat, so get owned You had to rat to get on Yeah yeah What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy What you know 'bout warrin' over money? yeah baby 365, tryna make it through the summer What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public? I just told my niggas I can't go broke no more I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar I hit the lot and cop a foreign car Like I can't believe it From Letras Mania