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Free Mr. Mosely, free the low and free your bitch Up in Denver for that green like CP-26 I came equipped with this Glock, bet it all on this Break that bitch for them chips, I need a fee for the dick Think I'm lyin', on Jehovah I could pull out receipts Tats on my face like a cholo, a real sue sixteen Hit the South, I got cheese that won't fit in my jeans I ain't tappin' in with no nigga except Ralfy the P Pull out that diamond tester, watch niggas hit a hundred yard sprint Bring your bitch around the gang and watch she choose on a pimp Keep throwin' blamps on the net, watch me pull up and start gassin' Flip your jeans inside out, niggas thought I was rappin' Wrist broke lil nigga so I can't see what time it is Neck hurt nigga, diamonds changin' the climate Pops on my knots while you flexin' that five bands I make the bitch feed DR, stickin' up young Cam All my niggas get it with this black man hustle Niggas is fake trippin', we out that black van bustin' This bitch get out of pocket, I'm gon' have to use a muzzle We ain't in jail, we ain't fightin', we ain't doin' no tusslin' Touch down with the pack, we ain't doin' no fumbling Smackdown in the club, know we snuck the royal rumble in Touch down with the pack, we ain't doin' no fumbling Smackdown in the club, know we snuck the royal rumble in The Plug Letras de canciones How you lovin' on that bitch and she ain't kick you no dough? If the bitch ain't handin' over I'ma kick me a door You niggas broke, definition of poor Got a target on my back and you still can't score Me and Trig in LA, we ain't tuckin' no Cubans If you whippin' out on me I suggest that you use it Twenty-three on my hip, I do more than abuse it I'm a dog on these hoes and my young niggas cruisin' Finding shells at the playground, boy don't play, it get ruthless Wasn't playin' when I said ten K for the feature She out of pocket, I got action, can't wait to see her reaction Check the score with the city, they gon' tell you we platinum It's Jim nigga Ayy, ayy, list the block shit G2, on Jim G, I ain't goin' for that gossip Why niggas talkin' like we ain't playin' with the mopsticks? Up it at any nigga that's talkin' all that nonsense Ayy, fuck nigga hatin', I'm chasin' loot Most of these rappers flaking, they lying in the booth 360 in real life, I really tell the truth Pull up and we trip out, now everybody new Uh, swear I go mani, G2, I really go crazy Police they hate they can't tame me, uh, do a bitch shady I'm smokin' stunner, I face it, ALLBLACK and Ralfy amazin' And we assassins like Jason and none of my niggas playin' Five hundred, two G's, that's just for the bag Black fence, lay low when I'm in a Jag And this bitch can't come around if she ain't sellin' ass Top shottas, play runners, bitches upper class I'm a nineties baby, I can't tell you 'bout the eighties But I can break it down and ship a load off to Haiti Bop bop, mink mink, you heard of the Stinc Team We rockin' with green beams, AR's and XD's Off-White, Offset, I'm fuckin' with ALLBLACK Free the bitch if she ain't bringin' the load back Fuck half bitch, I need the whole track Fitted cap life, I'm rockin' a throwback Thank you Thank you, thank you Yeah, we fuckin' with Hah, I gotta go From Letras Mania