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Man, it's Rockstar Marqo, man And fuck rapping Ay look, can't trust that nigga, might tell Um, real dope boy, got coke in my fingernails Fetty Wap, I bought the work, I don't need a scale Got the white girl and she pale Um, smart with the money like a wimp, yeah Send the pack through the air, yeah I got them down in the mail What you need? You know I got the cheap sale Left wrist, that's brick fair Trap out the spot, I don't live there Designer kicks so you know they rare I'll cross a nigga, I don't play fair Yeah, I'll send the bricks through the air Um, I made an M through the mail Rockstar, trapstar Ay look, I made an M in FedEx Cook with the right but I pump with the left Thirty pointers and they hitting hard, shit hurting my neck MONY, POWR, ain't no disrespect Sting a nigga like a yellow jacket, nigga, Georgia Tech Um, Macho Man when I get the weight, then I flex Letras de cancionesRacks on my feet, gotta watch how I step Yeah, Gucci cardigan, nigga dressing like I'm prep Um, bitch, I'm popping right now Niggas saying that I'm next Dope boy now 'cause I play with that check Selling green and white like the Jets Yeah, these niggas looking for help Ran it up and I did it myself Might ship the brick through UPS Can't trust that nigga, might tell Um, real dope boy, got coke in my fingernails Fetty Wap, I bought the work, I don't need a scale Got the white girl and she pale Um, smart with the money like a wimp, yeah Send the pack through the air, yeah I got them down in the mail What you need? You know I got the cheap sale Left wrist, that's brick fair Trap out the spot, I don't live there Designer kicks so you know they rare I'll cross a nigga, I don't play fair Yeah, I'll send the bricks through the air Um, I made an M through the mail Rockstar, trapstar Ay look, too much weight Um, niggas think I broke the scale Yeah, I got more bars than a jail cell Put a hole in your top like a whale Ooh, I got the Rollie from [?] Yeah, rockstar, Bill Bellamy Um, I could teach a nigga how to be a player I'll spend the racks like I don't care Um, golden child, yeah, my style be rare Moncler, I got the front off the bale I got the stone, make you stop and stare Spilled lean on the Gucci, had to get another pair, rockstar Ay look, can't trust that nigga, might tell Um, real dope boy, got coke in my fingernails Fetty Wap, I bought the work, I don't need a scale Got the white girl and she pale Um, smart with the money like a wimp, yeah Send the pack through the air, yeah I got them down in the mail What you need? You know I got the cheap sale Left wrist, that's brick fair Trap out the spot, I don't live there Designer kicks so you know they rare I'll cross a nigga, I don't play fair Yeah, I'll send the bricks through the air Um, I made an M through the mail Rockstar, trapstar From Letras Mania