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Uh I said who want what They done fucked up Let me off the leash with my young bucks Pressing dumb luck, ain't no stopping me Only young one, shouldn't trust us Run your property til the sun's up Being broke has lost it's novelty I'm getting - fun's up Never warm blunt - that shit kills Everyone run from a lit fuse Tell me who the coldest are We'll make a pros and cons Call her over, let your bitch choose [?] Fair when we stack up I was there, unaware if you ask us Got her hair for the grip Not a care in the world I'm a stare with the zip Put her ass up damn I feel that Storm coming I see they want more of it Ain't hard to tell you ain't really felt that held that pit In your stomach When the odd's against Pray to god that the squad get the guap Letras de cancionesMy mans killing crabs At the bottom of some costly kicks When you ask for the man tryna lock me in Cuz everybody getting money but I'm not convinced I mean.... I don't know what to believe I see 'em picking the fun I put an eighth in the blunt I do and I say what I want You did it all for clout I get paid in large amounts It's really my car and my house You ain't ever got to doubt We good over here We good over here We good over here We good over here It ain't ever been shit to cause a scene It ain't ever come quick is all it seems Same pretty got a fifth of malt To get my issues solved We never quick to call the polcie I peep shit still really unamazed Most get all worried what a youngin make Its alot of people talking about the big moves Probably said it if you ask what they done today And im still sitting geeked on the 99 Make a check and henaway Since north face [?] Damn Why you gotta say it like that Show five figures, you don't get it like that Yes you getting paid We ain't gon move to LA Shit got good weed, bad hoes and hot ass Right where I stay So tell me baby what's the point Telly shaking bout some coins Tell me faded breaking joints Tell your friend she can join Yeah they really making noise Yeah they really making noise Young man with that big bag Misfits yeah still mismatched Ambaum brought your bitch back Wrist still sore like .45 kick back I don't know what to believe I see 'em picking the fun I put an eighth in the blunt I do and I say what I want You did it all for clout I get paid in large amounts It's really my car and my house You ain't ever got to doubt We good over here We good over here We good over here We good over here From Letras Mania