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Yeah, uh You know what this is, right? I don't really think y’all niggas ready Yo, I sold a pack, then I sold it back, uh We roll in Lacs and got fold up gats with shoulder straps It's Griselda, bitch, y'all know the stats I need my safe overflow with racks and a yacht with a speedboat attached We watched niggas eating, now we getting even We watched out mothers cry, but that just made us risk our freedom The .40 blow, you get ripped to pieces, hit and leaking Have your family in this bitch grieving, hugging pics of Jesus My shit the deepest, my shit for thinkers, reachers This shit you simple niggas probably couldn’t grip with tweezers I took dope charges and I caught fed cases We did stickups when we was kids and bought Playstations Treat your bitch crib like a truck stop weigh station Safe haven, if we trade places, that's a vacation You know the science, my soldiers riot And the best done got finessed, I threw ‘em curveballs [?] Growing up, we was so defiant, holding iron My chest poking out while I smoke the finest, you know you dying We cold as iron, you show up with me, you know you buying Uh, I take one brick and multiply it The realest shit of life might be the realest shit I write At the Knicks game, so close, I'm spilling shit on Spike Letras de cancionesAnd I'm killing shit on spite, uh, Glock 19 with the silencer, nigga And I just twisted it on type with the MAC Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (Yeah) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (Goodnight) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (Y'all niggas, y'all ain't ready) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Listen, dawg, we really came from grave conditions Ran the trap like offence and I'm Lane Kiffin Waiting on the law, for Chris Paul, guess I’m Blake Griffin The TEC shoot from AK distance, so I can’t miss ya Yeah, it's me, I make these niggas feel like I’m a problem Don't like you, we wilding, opposed to drinking right from the bottle Rock the Gucci polo with the snake right on the collar ‘Lo top, blue 9s with the white on the bottom Niggas hurt, they in they feelings, they don't like how I'm styling Got a bitch bad as Rihanna, got her right from the island I been in prison fights where niggas got sliced and then holler We broke bread and shared blood just like we Italian, uh We was Nextelers, now we XXLers Making deal with label execs, our check mailers One of the best, that’s a bet, I don't swear, never I can read a sucker nigga like a New York bestseller We jetsetters, street niggas, we just dress better Eating lamb, ain't no dressing on my salad, just feta Gun plastic, vest metal, GxF Rebel And we hitting family members, so you know it's next level, pussy Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (Goodnight) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo From Letras Mania