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Holiday season, aiight Last real nigga alive HUM Beats Who else gon' go get it the right way? (who?) 12 hunnids, flipped a couple baggies, that's a light day (12 hunnid) Gamble for your life, learn to get light at a dice game (we on) Shake somethin', ask bet you living, we gon' take somethin' (boom) 100 thousand worth of jewelry on, come take somethin' (100) We ain't gotta shoot, I see your jaw, I'm tryna break somethin' (real shit) I'm the one the law blessed 220 on the dash, let's take a car test Saks Fifth with the homies, we all fresh (my niggas) I was crip before I had a rap deal (rolling) I ain't chasing clout, them niggas don't know how the trap feel (at all) Any city, stand tall (uh), I'm tryna see my man ball (my nigga) Nigga, you and you man soft, I don't know how that feel (I'm up) I be wide awake, counting a lot of cake (a lot) I got a foregin, you got a foreign, fuck it, we gotta race (skrt) Put 'em on a real nigga diet, somethin' she gotta taste Watching my money grow, play the bungalow, that's my hideaway (I'm up) 10 years ago, I was dreaming (dreaming) that I was touring Had the ankle Ralph Lauren (hold on), these rap niggas wild boring They ain't entertaining me (at all) Behind the Gucci belt is where the stainless be (.45) Better catch a body if you aim at me (better) Letras de cancionesI be where the jackboys, the hustlers and the gansgsters be (my niggas) Did a couple corporate deals, honestly, ain't no changing me (I'm hood) Drop 'em in the river, bury his ankles where the anchor be Powder for your bitch face like maybe it's marcellein 'Cause friends turn to foes, got a drip on the pole Niggas know how it go (go) I do this shit for my soul (soul) Told my niggas let's get it (let's get it) I got some homies that'll shoot 'till you're finished Nothing personal, this shit is shit business Kill the target and witness (boom) It ain't no stopping because we started the mission (started) Look in the sky and I ask god for forgiveness (Inshallah) I'm with robbers and killers (boom) Clocking in, I do my job and get busy (busy) You gotta rob me, shit, you gotta come kill me (kill me) Sleep with the pound on me (pound) Nowadays, I'm going up, all these bitches go down on me Light work, 60 dub bags, quarter pound on me (12) Crown on me, I don't claim king, just run the town homie At the lounge doly, the hoodie low, don't need the crowd on me Datpiff.com exclusive From Letras Mania