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(I got 20 on my beat) Everybody know my name ringing bells, ringing bells like the hallway I ain't gotta cap in no muhfuckin' rap, I'll whip out and air it out broad day I got in with that stick and I'm with that Break a nigga in half like a kit-kat I've been tryna be positive, mama They ain't fucking with Jonathan, mama (Nope) Who you know put they muhfuckin' self on the map and now they don't owe nobody shit? (Me) I send one of my lil' niggas come take you off, you get laid on the floor by a jit Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket, the police, they know I'm legit The police they know I got sticks, they be worried about me They know I'm a clique These niggas they know I'm a dog, I ain't worried about em' I know he a bitch The next nigga that come play with me, I'ma send him to go ask Tupac for a pic (Bitch) They say I'm the hottest new nigga, go check the thermometer, that nigga sick (Hot) Nigga must have a fever or something Heard he was born up in Cleveland or something Let me give you a history lesson, we moved back to Charlotte 1999 (Okay) I ain't saying that none of that matters 'Cause if somebody touch me then somebody dying (No cap) Why he talking so calm when he say that? How he make em' rewind and replay that? Who you know get a fade once a week and they tryna get waves Fuck a muhfuckin' wave cap Every time that the DJ play 'Suge' niggas throw up they arms like a muhfuckin' race track Letras de cancionesEvery time that my baby girl see me, she run and say daddy I love when she say that Every time I hit one of my moves all the bitches go crazy They like how I do that I keep one in the head If I don't let off first, I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back Yeah I'm coming like Blade in this bitch Fuck around and walk down in a trench coat They gon' have to put me with the greats Wanna fuck with me? She gotta wait (Bitch) One the yacht with me, me, and the kid (It's four of us) We on the sea eating steak (Yup) I won't go back and forth with a shrimp You going out sad about a hoe, I'm a pimp He keep bumping his muhfuckin' gums We gone put his ass up like a muhfuckin' blimp (Bitch) Like to talk on the pillow with hoes, that's gone get em' exposed He a muhfuckin' simp You know he got that thang on em' baby Quit asking him why that boy walk with a limp I don't care bout this muhfuckin' chain But I still buss yo muhfuckin' brain Just got head on a muhfuckin' plane Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the truth End up fucking this hoe from the back I knew her for a day, she on go, she the swoop And these niggas ain't living like that Why he talking so gangsta? Yo bro, he a fluke They know Baby gone blow, he a flute They know Baby gone blow, he the bomb They know Baby was just in Miami, now he in LA Nigga think he Lebron They know Baby go Baby on Baby But five years ago, nigga say he was Jon I touched down at the front of the plane And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton (Dumb fast) While he drive me around I be blowing out pressure I'm chilling back seat with the iron Bitch From Letras Mania