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Yeah, check check, uh Whole lot of Rich Gang shit, ay Yeah, stepping out, yeah, ay, ay, okay Ay, yeah, three bitches inside the ride with me, ride with me Yeah, only come fuck with the team if you riding with me Wait, stop, ay, chains on my neck, I don't need your co-sign to me Yeah, y'all the ones wanted beef, now we in Homicide City Chains on my neck, I'm skrrt off Trap from the first to the first, boss You don't wanna end up in a hearse, dog Best to stay up out of my way I'm sitting in the Vert, ay Shorty want a boyfriend, I ain't got no time to flirt, yeah On drugs, everything that I'm seeing starting to invert, yeah Grind, yeah, grind like I'm riding on vert Y'all don't want problems, I'll put ya in the dirt I done made a half a million only off merch I'm tryna skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt Shorty want the kid in her skirt, skirt, skirt Skrt, smoking on my favorite color Dog, that's purp, purp, purp I'm switching up the view like kickstands You don't want it with me, you a dead man I'm aiming at your head, not a leg, man Letras de cancionesI'm in the pantry for the bread, man I'll skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, yeah Shorty want the kid in her skirt, skirt, skirt Smoking on my favorite color Dog, that's purp, purp, purp Riding in a two door coupe, yeah Pulling up and shooting out the roof I'm stacking all my money to the roof, ay Baby come and said that I'm the truth I'm riding in the 305 in the city I'm in the club, sucking on titties People say I changed, how the fuck I got the whole clique with me You fuck with me, then you die with me I'm sitting at the top like kickstands You don't want it with me, you a dead man I'm aiming at your head, not a leg, man I'm in the kitchen for the bread, man Tryna skrt, skrt, skrt, yeah Shorty want the kid in her skirt, skirt, skirt, whoa Smoking on my favorite color Dog, that's purp, purp, purp From Letras Mania