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Gato, ha They count to my chart Take my shit, you should post too Ka, ba, gato Firing at niggas, I'm firing at niggas I'm firing at niggas outside I feel like Malcolm X I'm peepin' out the blinds Don't care if it's nine hundred niggas outside I'm coming out firing at niggas, firing at niggas I hear sirens, I'm firin', I'm firing at niggas I'm like Malcolm X, I'm peepin' out the blinds Don't care if it's nine hundred niggas outside I'm coming out Bow, bow, bow Man down, click clack Who your man now Know you heard 'bout Gucci Mane that boy 'bout letting that thang sound You stunt on Instagram, I'm in a rental van now Don' know how this shit gon' turn, but I won't run my mouth Nigga run up on me, Imma back his ass down Imma stand up, nigga, I will never lay down I bad place by the cartel, they gon' knock us head down One thing 'bout the Eskimos, dem boys don't fuck around Jamaican plugs and Mexicans, they spoilin' me with pounds Letras de cancionesMedellín affiliated, grow it out the ground We grow it out the ground Firing at niggas, I'm firing at niggas I'm firing at niggas outside I feel like Malcolm X I'm peepin' out the blinds Don't care if it's nine hundred niggas outside I'm coming out firing at niggas, firing at niggas I hear sirens, I'm firin', I'm firing at niggas I'm like Malcolm X, I'm peepin' out the blinds Don't care if it's nine hundred niggas outside I'm coming out Boston, George Diego flow, my bitch like Griselda though Thousand pounds of yellow dough Rich ass junkie, full of money Cameras watchin' every door Ten mill in an envelope Banana boat with telescope I count 2 mil on Periscope Duplex is exceptional, burglar bars protect the door Draco on the floor, and AR-15 on the sectional And young nigga with plenty dough I done hit so many hoes Eenie menie minie hoe, I'm way he's protection though My Smith and Wesson teach a lesson what you call your brother for? You ain't even special hoe, why you gettin' all extra for Why that nigga pull up to my truck acting aggressive for? I bless you I don't stress you, if it's pressure then it's pressure (grra) Firing at niggas, I'm firing at niggas I'm firing at niggas outside I feel like Malcolm X I'm peepin' out the blinds Don't care if it's nine hundred niggas outside I'm coming out firing at niggas, firing at niggas I hear sirens, I'm firin', I'm firing at niggas I'm like Malcolm X, I'm peepin' out the blinds Don't care if it's nine hundred niggas outside I'm coming out Man down, click clack! Who your man now From Letras Mania