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You so full of crap you just might roll 3 err time I'm her MCM and she gone post me err time Smokin' out a whole p, and yeah its gone be OG err time Long live Bankroll and its still RIP Doe B ERR TIME Bad muhfucka parked outside, yeah thats mine And that bad bitch that used to be urs? yeah that's mine You gone do what, yeah thats fine might get hit up in my spare time Pack arrive, i tell her hold that Fed-Ex down, yeah lets grind What i told ya' 'bout callin' when i'm in the main? you fuckin' me up Took care of all the important shit lawyers the jordans its fortunate i'm in the clutch I'm in a rush, poppin off plays Gotta keep protection on me like i'm on the first date Pockets gotta hickey like i'm on the first base When i pull up in ya regal you can hear the vert quake I be sliding california tryna feel the earth quake Got some brain on a plane on my dame birthday Catch me outside white girl going for the 13 got the pill dr phil derivation Errthang clean with a mean purp flavor She can run that shit i told the fiend verbatim Crazy, jockin on him cause he got a mercedes Thug girl in the vert wavin' What i tell ya bout speakin when we in public You see how i'm thuggin Feel like i'm grocery shoppin when i go get them choppas.. we got beef in the budget Letras de cancionesPlus all the produce i'm copping we sold for a profit and a rental that we got from budget Drive bys out a van and i popped a xan Fell asleep in my cutlass I'm trippin, slippin the clip in i'm just reminiscing I'm still with the shit like divinci I got the code, auto reload F&N ammunition My hittas get paid on commission clips duck-taped extensions Homicide promise imma slide just when you think i'm slippin get it Slip-n-slide light bright bitch inside talkin bout take her to the house If she'on put it straight in her mouth, imma make her get out Ask my accountant to check my account man i just been countin' you can't even count Money so neat the bank teller smile numbers so steep you'd think its a drought Fuck up the game if i tell 'em my numbers i'm keepin' the shit in the streets Put 93 in this bitch its a P in this bitch Ain't no sleepin til we get the G's [I got the the pocket except the] security knock at the door i was weak in the knees And its some officers presently stalking the residence stalling like we finna leave Shit get charged to the game like visa Got the mastercard to the game face [clean] Nigga i been on the grind in this bitch brakes squeakin I done caught eleventeen pops bae sleepin' Catch me out gassed with the wax straight cheefin Its some moonrock $65 cash straight cheese Two different kinds and i pop em a thousand a piece Put 36 of em out in the streets Yeah i be rappin'', ask em about me the city on lock like a ball on a leash [Brought on divinci], youngin' a gangsta that choppa gone bark like a dog on a leash Bitches in love with a dog i been doggin' this AMG raw shit i'm all on the creep Car fall witcha broad wastin' 'tron all on the seats off in the bitch we coolin' Ion go no where without my tooly i love my life ain't tryna lose it Thats the love of your life well the other night i was fuckin' her like she was a groupie Oops, y'all 'sposed to be exclusive They locked up my people in pheonix when i dropped i'm moving to Houston That load just hit on Tuesday thats why we roll that shit like sushi You gotta run that back like Ramsey thats MobsquadNard i'm introducing He gotta flow like Gates he raw like Boosie but he ain't from baton rouge Shoutout to Duval i don't hate he on my tape cause i love his music... I'm through wit' it From Letras Mania