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Ayy, Kerser, what up homie? I tell my bitch just be patient Nah, fuck that, I tell my bitch take the vacation Take her family with her and lace 'em (go 'head) What I’m doing in these streets I need total concentration She know how much time I’m facing, she just say that she just looking now She know how I feel about them messy bitches at my house I don’t need no middleman, I let my junkies test it out So much coke in this compartment, got my driver stressin' out You have no idea how many ounces I’ve been stretching now All these niggas owe me rent, I can’t wait to catch 'em out Bitches talking shit on tour, they can’t wait to see what this ‘bout I take everything seri', can’t play me with your mouth I make sure that they hear us, I don’t talk behind no backs I don’t go for disrespect and I don’t play ‘bout moving they sack, that’s a fact I pull up in this spaceship and it's paid for A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) I pull up in this spaceship and it's paid for (work) A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) Ooo, that iPad and that iPhone, I work hard from both Mix the molly with the lean and we gone have a toast Stuntin' like I ain't got shit, I hustle hard the most Stuntin' like I ain't got shit, I hustle hard the most Letras de cancionesThe Bentley Coupe, the Maybach, shit, I might just cop the Ghost (skrrr skrrr) A hundred-thousand on the weekend, I can't brag or boast They call me Mr. Fire Marshall, sellin' out the coast The police station down the club before I do the show Got a iced out watch, got a iced out chain Got some iced out ears and a iced out ring Got a big bankroll and it won't even fold Put it in the pot, nigga, drop it in the bowl Twenty-four hours, trap don't even close Got money by the pound, got pounds by the low Catch me in a Louis store buying up the store Got cash on fire, nigga, everything's go I pull up in this spaceship and it's paid for A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) I pull up in this spaceship and it's paid for (work) A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) I told her suck my dick, I’m ‘bout to pour my cup She had the camera on, I said, ”Don’t you record, you cunt” Wait a minute, Aussie accent got ‘em trippin' out I’m so disrespectful, find your boys grave and I dig him out What we about? We about the pay, search the name, it’s curse with a K (Kerser) Half 'em boys are all locked away, try tell them put the Glocks away Who said Sydney ain’t raw? Shit, I’m laughing at that, got a shooter who can put your fuckin' heart through your back Buyin' new cars that’s old to me, shout to the boys in stolen Jeeps Back in Campbelltown we never had no silver spoon (nah) The junkies had it, shootin' up, we'd watch the dealers cruise Down by the beach in the house I bought, pull out big cash, can’t count it all (fuck) Skinny white cunt and I walk with a chainsaw, 'kay, I gotta stop, this is all I got paid for I pull up in this spaceship and it's paid for A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) I pull up in this spaceship and it's paid for (work) A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) Ooo Ghost, what up though? Buck Y'all know wassup From Letras Mania