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Back and forth cross state lines And I'm ducking the troopers and K-9's I'ma whip the coupe like I'm James Bond And I'm getting head at the same time Popping bottles with the athletes You can ask John Wall 'bout us nigga Thumbing through it with the doors locked Don't interrupt me while I'm counting, nigga I was in the trenches when they found a nigga Now a nigga kitchen got a fountain, nigga Yeah, we 5 deep when we hit the club With a big 40 for the bouncer, nigga I'm a different breed All these hoes getting picked in threes I'ma fuck em all before they get to leave And its Christmas Eve when I lift the sleeve I took a dose and I'm nodding off it I'm high as fuck before the party started She said the molly make her party harder I took the 'Rari and I Mardi Gras'd it I ain't lookin' for a bitch to sponsor I'm on a mission, I got shit to conquer Too old for the costumes So for Halloween, I was a Fendi monster I bend the corner like I'm in the Tonka And I'm gripping armor Letras de canciones'Cause them niggas on us And its in my blood, I got a pimp persona You can hit the store, I just hit the owner (Yeah yeah!) I'm just rollin' on half a star Same color as an avatar Leaning, twisting up my last cigar Speeding, praying I don't crash the car Fendi, Fendi, I get plenty Wake up right next to the semi Loso Loaded and the Don Highbridge to the nine, throw up where you from Keep your kinfolks straight Gotcha baby mama calling me the one I ain't running outta funds I'ma get the paper, stack it on you bums Two thou for the shoes now That's too much sauce Gotta keep the tools 'round When we move 'round Can't do no loss I do it for all of my niggas that's dead And all of my goons up north Percocets gettin' chewed up I got 2 cups and my jewels on frost She call me Chubby Don I walk in the house, she got nothing on 'Bout to drown my neck out in Aviani Next check, I'ma comeback and flood the arm Niggas coming with their sob stories Like "Don do you got a job for me?" Man, coming up this shit was hard for me Now they talking thousands when they call for me I'm not impressed by your fit I just checked out of fifth And they asked what the shoes cost I put Chanel on my bitch And that's red on her kick Yea I'm speaking that Loub' talk We was running through the block working Nigga I can, I can make the pot twerk You can't walk in the bando, bitch knock first Keep a stash in the floor if the cops search Fendi, Fendi, I get plenty Wake up right next to the semi Loso Loaded and the Don Highbridge to the nine, throw up where you from Keep your kinfolks straight Gotcha baby mama calling me the one I ain't running outta funds I'ma get the paper, stack it on you bums Codeine my medicine I get on that lean, pop a percocet Oh yeah, I'm just striving for excellence Young veterans stacking up presidents Hey, hey Young veterans stacking up presidents Hey, hey Young veterans stacking up presidents From Letras Mania