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AK47 Boyz Okay, I'm vibing in the studio off Henny and Patrón And I'm turnt up, my brother just came home Police pulled me over, asking questions, I don't know 'em But when one come home and another one go But they mad 'cause I'm on (Guess they mad 'cause I'm on now) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah But they mad 'cause I'm on (Guess they mad 'cause I'm on now) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah But they mad 'cause I'm on (Guess they mad 'cause I'm on now) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah But they mad 'cause I'm on (Guess they mad 'cause I'm on now) Yeah, they mad 'cause I'm on, yeah I got 'em mad 'cause I'm on Bitches pullin' up and I ain't send no invitation (Nah) Different type of hustles, I got different occupations Understood what I been on, I was with my hood on I did it by myself, I had to press 'em to get put on I press 'em for a put on, they pressin' for a lot of shit I know his baby mama, she can take a lot of dick In the field with my goonies, really poppin' shit I stay in touch with money, you can say I wallet shit Letras de canciones I need another ace, I told my lil' bitch to pull up (What?) You know the Tiny Devils ain't afraid to throw they hood up (What?) Some hoes up in LA, I got some hoes up in the valley (What?) Bitch, I been balling, enemies, they can't stand me I don't play that Where you're from, say that Know where your mama stay at Send shooters where you lay at My pockets, hah, they fat They see me up, they hate that But I'ma keep grinding Boy, to shine, you can't take that, pussy But they mad 'cause I'm on (They mad 'cause I'm on now) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah But they mad 'cause I'm on (They mad 'cause I'm on now) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah But they mad 'cause I'm on (They mad 'cause I'm on now) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah But they mad 'cause I'm on, yeah They mad 'cause I'm on, yeah I got 'em mad 'cause I'm on I got a thirty clip and it's full equipped, yeah A hundred thousand on my neck and on my wrist, yeah I'm probably blowing smoke with a stripper bitch, yeah I been a motherfucking G ever since, yeah I got some G's that'll really get you hit (Yeah) If they get caught for it, you know they ain't sayin' shit (Yeah) I'll take the diamonds from your neck and your wrist Then go sell 'em in the hood and buy burners with your shit, boy I ain't trippin' on that dumb shit, I ain't trippin' on them haters He saw me pull up but I ain't pull up with that scraper Shout out to my homie Swift, this for Baby Gangsta (Yeah) I don't like these rappers, I don't hear 'em, what you sayin'? (I don't really like 'em) Shit, we doin' shout outs? Well, I don't have none 'Cause only very few were there when I ain't have none' Yeah, a big shout out to myself 'Cause when I'm laying in the casket, I'ma be by myself, boy But they mad 'cause I'm on (They mad 'cause I'm on now) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah But they mad 'cause I'm on (They mad 'cause I'm on now) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah But they mad 'cause I'm on (They mad 'cause I'm on now, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah But they mad 'cause I'm on, yeah They mad 'cause I'm on, yeah I got 'em mad 'cause I'm on From Letras Mania