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Yeah my nigga, we We really pop this shit for real nigga, yeah No cap, no rap cap I took the top off, I'm dripping like hot sauce I got drank and it's clean raw Baby give me that mean mouth Hit that pussy like golf ball I can do this without y'all Caught a loss, I go loco I go back to the traphouse Break the bricks and the bales down Cashing in and I cash out Turn that shit to a stash house I ain't taking no handouts Money calling, I'm en route Them other niggas they been down Blow a bag when I'm in town They say Gunna you the best, I done went and got a check I'm about to flex, it's an Audemar Piguet Rocking diamonds, I'm wet I got water 'round my neck, I done start to worry less Went and bought my bitch a necklace, Hi-Tech my fresh Niggas sending me threats, I done bought another vest I'm protecting my flesh, nigga pardon, my bad Letras de cancionesFifty fur on my hat, I'm havin' them racks I could never get attached Got Chanel, I can see now, I got back on my feet now I can take care my team now, I'ma hold my whole team down Niggas hate, I don't see how, made it out of the damn South And I don't even know how 'Bout to pull me a Benz out I took the top off I'm dripping like hot sauce I got drank and it's clean raw Baby give me that mean mouth Hit that pussy like golf ball I can do this without y'all Caught a loss, I go loco I go back to the traphouse Break the bricks and the bales down Cashing in and I cash out Turn that shit to a stash house I ain't taking no handouts Money calling, I'm en route Them other niggas they been down Blow a bag when I'm in town Yeah I drip when I'm in town, I'm just tryna stay in bounds And I'm milking my cash cow, Gunna came with his own sound You ain't stealing this flow now, blowin' smoke and it's so loud I been bringing these hoes out, Gunna get in his zone now Eat the greens, salad, yeah, nigga still rappin' Racks got me relaxin', bought me a gold Patek Yeah I'm fly and I'm flashy, yeah, nigga we havin' Tell me your profession, we gang banging active YSL legends Got Chanel, I can see now, I got back on my feet now I can take care my team now, I'ma hold my whole team down Niggas hate, I don't see how, made it out of the damn South And I don't even know how 'Bout to pull me a Benz out I took the top off I'm dripping like hot sauce I got drank and it's clean raw Baby give me that mean mouth Hit that pussy like golf ball I can do this without y'all Caught a loss, I go loco I go back to the traphouse Break the bricks and the bales down Cashing in and I cash out Turn that shit to a stash house I ain't taking no handouts Money calling, I'm en route Them other niggas they been down Blow a bag when I'm in town From Letras Mania