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On the phone with transporters I'm on the phone with transporters Praying that the pack land Mad on my phone, where's the back end Ayy my smoker cooking for me They say there ain't no hope for me White folks got the rope for me My shooter bought a scope for me Ayy my smoker cooking for me They say there ain't no hope for me White folks got the rope for me My shooter bought a scope for me Drums on me, funds on me, big homie Waka Flocka, I don't fuck with shrimp niggas Toting choppers, love the way it kick nigga Gang banging, clique hanging, flag still red Trap ringing, [?] ringing, and the phone ringing [?] fuck the club bitch we door swinging We got everything you want, moon rock in my blunt Junkie cooking up a brick, now that's that [?] shit We ain't in them bandos trapping out the spots I don't call them niggas goons, they're my lil drops All these fake [?] them just blood clots Niggas tryna act boo but I ain't clicking up Letras de canciones Ayy my smoker cooking for me They say there ain't no hope for me White folks got the rope for me My shooter bought a scope for me Ayy my smoker cooking for me They say there ain't no hope for me White folks got the rope for me My shooter bought a scope for me [?] ain't jamming .45 with a .45, you want beef then I send five guys [?] you know Don gon' shoot [?] been shooting for the gang since grade school If we don't know you when we serve you, pipes out when we serve you Rule number one when you [?] Wanna join red crew, you gotta have some hustle Bitches love the gang [?] for that muscle Rule number two ain't no pillow talking Lamb red truck out here blood walking B hopping, take a nigga baby momma shopping I'm so disrespectful, car full of [?] your girl behind the petal Ayy my smoker cooking for me They say there ain't no hope for me White folks got the rope for me My shooter bought a scope for me Ayy my smoker cooking for me They say there ain't no hope for me White folks got the rope for me My shooter bought a scope for me From Letras Mania