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Lost a few friends and some enemies Got some in the pen and they full of ink They gossiping again, I know how niggas think When I'm hopping out the Benz [?][0:07] I might get a lil' 'noid when I'm driving by the boys But everybody got a choice Boy, you know you gotta have poise I'm the boy and the pockets on 'roids Bitch, I be ducking police out in public, discreet You fucking with me, can't be fucking for free Don't fuck up my sheets, bitch, it cover my feet Bitch, don't throw shade on me, ho, I'm something to see And my teeth full of winter, my drink getting chiller My heater nine milla, wood grip with no splinter You think you that nigga, it get deep, it get realer You sleep on gorillas, no cap we could peel ya I was woopin' the coupe, finna recoup on the woop When I looked in my rearview, Johnny was on the lose Had stripes on me too, I'm thinkin' what I'ma do Should I hop out and shoot or take them on a pursuit? Ain't no face, ain't no case No DA's, wasted away, hold on (You know you done fucked up right?) Call my lawyer (Look, all they wanna know is where the guns and where the drugs at man?) Letras de cancionesI got nothin' for ya (Come on, they call you "Juice", we know you know where the guns at) Call my lawyer (We know it's one of the red rag wearin' motherfuckers) I got nothin' for ya (You got a lovely family back at home, man, just help us help you out, come on) I ain't got nothing for you flat-footed Johnnies I can't hop out running 'cause my pants was on tightly Thought about bussin' cause this handheld excite me And pigs kill clear as day, do that shit nightly I'm irie, tripping on shit but a flight seat Mind be all up in the mix like a nine-piece Sirens, louder than the bitch right behind me My crimey showed me how to fish like a Pisces This might be the perfect time to use my fundamentals I think I'm militant because my grandpa was a general License, registration, still they treat me like a criminal Want me step out, so I hop out, lock my keys up in the middle Shit real, need a search warrant just to see how it feels Calling my lawyer before I'm calling my girl I ain't got shit for your dog to come smell I ain't taking no L's, I ain't worried 'bout bail Ain't no face, ain't no case No DA's, wasted away, hold on (You're making it very difficult for us RJ, come on, stop fuckin' around) Call my lawyer (The fuck you mean, call your lawyer? We're gonna call him in a minute, let us know what the fuck you know) I got nothin' for ya (Stop fucking around man, we know you know where the fuckers at) Call my lawyer (You ain't gon' give us nothin' huh, that's how you wanna fuckin' play it?) I got nothin' for ya (Fuck it, lets drop his ass off at 118th and Avalon CT got somethin' for that ass, hahahaha) From Letras Mania