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Yeah, all these niggas gettin' they shit took The fuck was the Draco, man? Where, where was your shooters at? Know what I'm sayin'? Where the fuck was the Draco at? Who had the 30? I thought niggas had sticks, man, like, ain't nobody had the 30? Bitch ass niggas, where the stendo was at? Yo, uh Ridin' Route 80 with that work, niggas thumbin' out Fastmoney, bitch, so you know it's never runnin' out Never played the bin but we had rock and we was drummin' out Like Nick Cannon, bitch, we pack cannons, get to sluggin' out Feel like Metal Gear Solid out the projects, nigga Still doin' foreigns whether it's Sunset or it's Collins, nigga Niggas debatin' if a nigga signed a rap deal Sign what? I'm in the trap still OT, hittin' baddies from the back still Places couples out doin' dates, I'm doin' snack meals Yeah, I'm sippin' red but I be wishin' it was Act still Yeah, shout my nigga Leeks on that first cup Just fucked a bitch, that's wavy, nigga, surf's up I'm hangin' 10 in that pussy, uh Gang shit, invite my friends to that pussy, uh Ha, pass a bitch like a Nerf ball Shot out of space, my first day back on Earth, dog Haha, they don't get it though Letras de cancionesMight let you rock about that shit, but I ain't forget it though Got bad bitches gettin' deaded like they regular Fuck bad bitches, yeah, I got about a plethora I can't compete if I'm ahead of ya Marry with McQueen and et cetera YSL my bitch, [?] sweater her Why you think them up niggas sweatin' her? Play with them racks like federal, uh Haha, rock a durag to the Met Gala Tinashe still playin', should've been smashed her Tenth grade, I was trappin', tryna pitch faster High speed chase, I got a way up, now the whip crashin' Uh, that's on God, I really bumped them niggas Niggas speakin' on the kid, I'm not concerned with niggas Uh, all my opps broke or they dead now Out the coupe, throwin' sets up like, "Fuck your dead mans" For real, nigga Like, Fastmoney, bitch 076 or blow seven dicks, you heard? From Letras Mania