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Ayy, ayy, woah (Pooh, you a fool for this one) With the Glock all in his pants He gon' walk out with the Glock all in his pants My shooter's jumpin' out the gym with a Glock all in his pants Only want two .38s, the place is payin' 30 bands Them shooters move on my command, I got 'em sticked up in the van Jump out gang, no we ain't playin', face wrapped up, no Taliban Kick in your door to get them bands, my G hopped out, them niggas ran Spin on their block, let off some shots and let them boys know I ain't playin' You say it's up, bitch, what you sayin? Side of your house, that's where we layin' When you walk out, we get to sprayin' Pussy bitch, no, I ain't playin' Spin on their block, let off some shots, if we don't hit we spin again The day I die, nobody cry, walk in the mall and spend a ten One Glock 40, two FNs, one got your name, two for your friends Young rich nigga in the Benz, Lord forgive me for my sins You rollin' with me, that's a fact, nigga I catch you walkin' out of church on Sunday mornin' Best believe you gettin' stretched, nigga I'm in the streets, they're on the internet Send some shots, we gon' send 'em back I'm startin' to think these niggas snitchin' Letras de cancionesWhen we spin, they never spinnin' back Everything that I rap, swear to God that I'm spittin' facts Hittin' winters on the run, I'm grippin' on the MAC My chain snatched, your brain snatched Glock 40 bullets, your name attached Face a nigga just for lookin' at I'm way up, ain't no lookin' back Ol' pussy boy, who you lookin' at? Dope in the kitchen, we cookin' that My shooter's jumpin' out the gym with a Glock all in his pants Only want two .38s, the place is payin' 30 bands Them shooters move on my command, I got 'em sticked up in the van Jump out gang, no we ain't playin', face wrapped up, no Taliban Kick in your door to get them bands, my G hopped out, them niggas ran Spin on their block, let off some shots and let them boys know I ain't playin' You say it's up, bitch, what you sayin? Side of your house, that's where we layin' When you walk out, we get to sprayin' Pussy bitch, no, I ain't playin' That life he claim, I swear we livin' that We takin', we ain't givin' back My feelings, put 'em in the trash A hundred, got that shit in cash Bitch, we 'bout beefin' We hoppin' out of suburbans, midnight, we creepin' I'm steady screamin' out murder, tryna get even I'ma knock off your whole circle, on the way, we speedin' I'm in a rush just to murk you Livin' life real fast, movin' slow, I'm certain Two lines of lean, Adderall and Perks Cut 'em up a brick, then take their work Matte black Hellcat, nigga, wheel go skrrt Pull up, hop out, have your brain on the curb We steady be slidin' from sun up to sun down Slangin' iron for my niggas is fun now Catch you leavin' out the store and get run down No leg shot, you gettin' gunned down Straight head shot, big gun sound Fuck crime stoppers, we gon' hit their block up 911, got one down My shooter's jumpin' out the gym with a Glock all in his pants Only want two .38s, the place is payin' 30 bands Them shooters move on my command, I got 'em sticked up in the van Jump out gang, no we ain't playin', face wrapped up, no Taliban Kick in your door to get them bands, my G hopped out, them niggas ran Spin on their block, let off some shots and let them boys know I ain't playin' You say it's up, bitch, what you sayin? Side of your house, that's where we layin' When you walk out, we get to sprayin' Pussy bitch, no, I ain't playin' You know R.I.P. Lil Sosa, you know It's jump out gang forever, you know Free Lil Leeky, I just talked to him the other day on collect He ready to get back in the backseat too, bitch ass nigga From Letras Mania