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All this coke on me right now and we don't do scales Ran off last week with that sack and I don't do deals Might be chillin' in the VIP, this draco right here On the E-way, plenty freebase here She want it raw, say I bought it I ran it up before they snort it I'm never sober, what's the story? I cop a five, Robert Horry I'm sending five shots, magazine hot But they won't let us see the story I'm in the same spot with the same pot on hot to cook up on a birdy That bitch a thought, that bitch a burden My mama told me not to serve you I'm on the west, I'm in the circle I'm tryna cut it nigga, hurry I'm callin' Lilo like I'm tryna see the Porsche and let my neighborhood record it I leveled up, I feel important I still will take off with a fortune I still will pull up in a jungle, swerve to Benihana's just to watch the floor shift And watch your bitch 'cause she adore me I might just like her do the chorus It's always been official when some real niggas link and grind up on some money I don't discriminate with hundreds You not with us then you a dummy You not with us then you a dummy Letras de cancionesYou rachet bitch, you just so bummy You screenshot a nigga, tell my bitch I was shovin' dick in your tummy My new new she from London Fuck her, she came, it was running Brown leather, double whipping Porsches Designer sneakers, no more Forces You know I grind hard, did that from the start I used to trap out a bucket Ain't signing no deal, can't three-sixty me I'ma keep selling dope like fuck it Been on the road, I been doing shows I'm toting that seven, I tuck it I leveled up I feel important I'ma sit the Sprinter on some Forgis You rap niggas you just bore me Pussy niggas I'm extorting It's my time, don't ignore it If I see twelve I'ma floor it You niggas a lie, you a story You rappin', my life is my story Went to the pen, couldn't avoid it Still keep them bales in the storage I been doing this for years Since Level Two was the premier Since back when we was sneaking straps in level A to A every time you would see us Bomb on me like Korea Chopper knock out your veneers I got this thirty [?] with my shell casings, treat 'em like some souvenirs Fuck it, that's what it is Make my young nigga tattoo a tear Counting racks with my peers From Letras Mania