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This is that LoudPack Gotta keep it on me, nigga, I ain't with the trickery Gotta keep a stick-up man, turn 'em into history Still be in the field 'cause I ain't fuckin' with the industry I been bustin' seals, private room right at The Embassy I don't fuck with niggas, 'cause these niggas, they be cancerous Just was servin' hand-to-hand and tryna duck the cameras Lot been goin' on, it's why we pourin' all these Fantas up On so many drugs and I'm surprised that I be standin' up I just took a Perky, now I'm back up in my element You move funny, so my ties, I gotta sever it Gotta watch these hoes, because these bitches, they be devilish We will come and shoot your fuckin' block up like some terrorists Still'll fuck a ratchet, but my baby, she got etiquette The struggle, that's what made me so for real, I gotta cherish it Go another 'nother million, thank God, ain't gon' never forget 'Cause niggas turn to ghosts, when this life shit, it get serious You gotta stack up the money 'Cause that shit can really get ugly, huh Gotta play smart in the jungle, huh Run up a sack and don't fumble, huh Mad 'cause we shot at his cousin, huh Know that he love him but fuck him, huh No, we ain't goin' for nothin' Letras de cancionesHop out this bitch, get to bustin', huh, real Gotta keep it on me, nigga, I ain't with the trickery Gotta keep a stick-up man, turn 'em into history Still be in the field 'cause I ain't fuckin' with the industry I been bustin' seals, private room right at The Embassy I don't fuck with niggas, 'cause these niggas, they be cancerous Just was servin' hand-to-hand and tryna duck the cameras Lot been goin' on, it's why we pourin' all these Fantas up On so many drugs and I'm surprised that I be standin' up We swingin' hammers, bitch, we leavin' candles lit That nigga got the word his man got hit, he best go handle it No blamin' shit, can't slide with hot boys 'cause them hoes be jammin' shit, we whammin' shit We shot the porch up, leaved him on the bannister And if a rapper's tryna beef then fuck a killers The job's still hit the block, be with my mans and them Yeah, that my fam and them All these rappers talk Amiri jeans, got several pairs of them But difference, got it out the trap, so that be where I'm wearin' them Gang it up, let's get it Man in my trap I was just gettin' that money like several different ways Call you right back I'm out in traffic, got drugs in the whip, tryna catch me a play Hit her from the back I dick her down through the night, in the morning she callin' me bae Play with them gats You could get shot in the street in the middle the motherfuckin' day, for real Gotta keep it on me, nigga, I ain't with the trickery Gotta keep a stick-up man, turn 'em into history Still be in the field 'cause I ain't fuckin' with the industry I been bustin' seals, private room right at The Embassy I don't fuck with niggas, 'cause these niggas, they be cancerous Just was servin' hand-to-hand and tryna duck the cameras Lot been goin' on, it's why we pourin' all these Fantas up On so many drugs and I'm surprised that I be standin' up From Letras Mania