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Big body caddy lane switchers drippin’ oil smellin’ like a paint thinner 12 tryna bet a case wit’ ya niggas tellin’ they ain’t gotta chase niggas Things change ‘round shiny things Make it hard to even face niggas Pray the lord put a blessin’ on me Pray my son not a fake nigga Pray his daddy not a dope dealer Read the signs, know the ropes nigga Front the jays if you runnin’ plays I ain’t never scared of no nigga I ain’t goin’ back to broke nigga Really could’ve been a door kicker Pray whatever, if it stay together We could whip it up and make the dope thicker Hey, switch up the style, switch up the style I got it running for miles, aye I got the sauce, I got the style I’ve been trippin’ for a while, aye I need a jeweler, a trip to Bermuda Bitch gon' be giving medulla, aye I had that fish in the cooler, aye Catch your [?] in collusion, aye Care for that bitch ‘cause she boujee, aye Careful that bitch ‘cause she’s pushy, aye Careful that bitch ‘cause she’s thirsty, aye Letras de cancionesAnd (skrrt) in her mouth it's polluted, aye Young and I’m rich and I’m ruthless Whippin’ the coupe with the ruler, aye Whippin’ the coupe with no roof, aye I had a vision to do it Big body caddy lane switchers sippin’ oil smellin’ like a paint thinner 12 tryna bet a case wit’ ya niggas tellin’ they ain’t gotta chase niggas Things change ‘round shiny things Make it hard to even face niggas Pray the lord put a blessin’ on me Pray my son not a fake nigga Pray his daddy not a dope dealer Read the signs, know the ropes nigga Front the jays if you runnin’ plays I ain’t never scared of no nigga I ain’t goin’ back to broke nigga Really could’ve been a door kicker Pray whatever, if it stay together We could whip it up and make the dope thicker Eh, I got a bitch, she’s a nudist I got me fishin’ my jewelry I need a brick of the pention I hit that bitch in my Gucci’s Fuckin’ a fuck about friendship I got that fish that we castin’, aye I’m the same nigga from the Chi Same nigga from the Chi I know a lotta lame niggas switch sides Different colors on the ride Like a nigga paint a picture with a pot Whole thing on the way Quarter thing on the block I’mma pop a molly, keep me activated Smoking California keep me medicated Find a plug on the activator Run it to him, never hesitated Pop a 30 milligram perculator Pussy good, might see you later Rollin' kush good, might see you later All these niggas is impersonators I’ma be a stunt man forever Big body caddy lane switchers drippin’ oil smellin’ like a paint thinner 12 tryna bet a case wit’ ya niggas tellin’ they ain’t gotta chase niggas Things change ‘round shiny things Make it hard to even face niggas Pray the lord put a blessin’ on me Pray my son not a fake nigga Pray his daddy not a dope dealer Read the signs, know the ropes nigga Front the jays if you runnin’ plays I ain’t never scared of no nigga I ain’t goin’ back to broke nigga Really could’ve been a door kicker Pray whatever, if it stay together We could whip it up and make the [beep] From Letras Mania