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Who they want? Who they want? Who they want? Hold up, ayy, you can't bool with us, no-oh Ayy, you can't bool with us, no-oh Yeah, you can't bool with us, no-oh Uh, uh, you can't bool with us, no-oh Oil in the Fanta, double digits in the blammer Blickys over jammers, bitch I do that sh*t on camera Cookie package when I'm landin', in Atlanta smokin' good On the hood I came from nothin', niggas blew up off a jugg All my uncle 'nem the plug, used to bag up fifty dubs I'm addicted to these drugs, body itchin' off the mud I'm out here tweakin' with my thugs, niggas kill you over crumbs Grab the cherry handkerchief, my jit fillin' up a drum Fuck you talkin' 'bout it, Mozzy get it poppin' in these slums Popular with these pistols, shotters pop you up for nothin' Nookie hundreds I'm just thumbin', multiplyin' blue bundles Nigga promise not to fumble, get money, remain humble Hold up, ayy, you can't bool with us, no-oh Ayy, you can't bool with us, no-oh Yeah, you can't bool with us, no-oh Uh, uh, you can't bool with us, no-oh Letras de canciones I be f*ckin' nigga our way, I be grindin', that's a must I be rollin' blunts and boppin' pists 'cause I do what I want And I know your bitch been on my line but I will not get front And she know that I been gettin' all of my sh*t from the jump Ayy-oh-ayy-oh, take you out the hood like veggie Make sure you roll my Backwoods fat baby Always sippin' on the lean, act good now ready Smokin' on the dope, that ayy-oh-ayy-oh Hopin' that a bitch don't get out of pocket Before a young nigga have to go and call up Rocket He tell me mash on it, get to pimpin' and poppin' And f*ckin' up the penthouse, we was runnin' the lobby instead Oh you niggas runnin' out of your bread Guillotine with these rapper's ass, off with they head Everybody wanna win for it but everybody act scared Don't be hittin' up my line, do you f*ck with the feds? I be sippin' on drink 'til I flatline Fishscale, the Benz back tied These old rappers sound mad tired Her n*gger wet, it get baptized, whoa Hold up, snotty, you can't bool with us, no-oh Ayy, you can't bool with us, no-oh Yeah, you can't bool with us, no-oh Uh, uh, you can't bool with us, no-oh You can't bool with us, you ain't bool enough You ain't movin' nothin', you ain't shootin' nothin' You ain't toolied up Bitch I'm uchied up, my bitch bougie as f*ck, f*ck She only doin' Uber Vista, XL Uber truck JP fitted, be havin' Bar Town to Lenox My video shoots be like Pyru conventions Can't bool, ain't no convincin', you don't know 'bout Missy's Kitchen Niggas' fingers wasn't twisted, niggas' pistols wasn't whistlin' Never dough, you wasn't whippin' You was scared, you kept bitchin' But now you want to bool to look bool, nigga you trippin' They see the diamonds glistin', they know we f*ckin' bitches They know we got the juice, whatever we say niggas gon' listen T's, P's, and B's, oh my Come clean, we slidin' on God Twenty on his head, nigga why not I'm the nigga with the bag on 400 block T's, P's, and B's, oh my Come clean, we slidin' on God Twenty on his head, nigga why not I'm the nigga with the bag on 400 block Hold up, snotty, you can't bool with us, no-oh Ayy, you can't bool with us, no-oh Yeah, you can't bool with us, no-oh Uh, uh, you can't bool with us, no-oh From Letras Mania