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“Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurt you I need you to drive me on out of here” Doot, doot, doot, doot Brrdt, brrdt Ayo I’ma send ten niggas through (don’t come back) Tell them niggas, “don’t come back” (don’t come back, nigga) ‘Til all the guns empty That’s pressure, nigga (let’s go) Butcher, Dark Lo the Crook Yo, look What you see me in, I had to trap for it Bounced 300 grams off the backboard I’m really in the streets, it’s not an app for it I got up and took it just ‘cause I ain’t want to ask for it You’re fucking with these rats, so y’all niggas useless We’re street niggas, I’m judging you by who introduced us 8-balls to quarters, half, then was deuces The bricks, y’all just coming with grown man excuses Nah, I ain’t jumping on no bandwagons In the yard doing pull-ups ‘til my hands callous Fendi belt, but my pants sagging All my lil’ mans flagging, look like my watch took dance classes Letras de cancionesYeah, so all the bitches admire us Hustlers who made miracles with them kitchen appliances I can tell a killer, and I know you puss I’m sending hits, got my bishop laying on your rook Ah ([?] open) They’re running like a track meet I blew his head off when I sat in the back seat Blood got on my face, I wiped it then went back to eat I gave you classics after classics, say thanks at least Running tiger for the party, I think I’m Meech Used to running niggas’ pocket if I think they’re sweet The most bodies in the clique, [Skinny Me] Wash the money if it’s dirty, feds think it’s me I got on sweats and [?] He said they’re hating, I said “fuck ‘em, Benny” Gun store, I re-upped on plenty You hear it roar, that’s a Hemi You hear the lick, that’s a gimme, was locked down, that’s a memory My shirt a rottweiler, my wrist a sky dweller It’s the Goodfellas, OBH and Griselda Nigga, you’s a failure, I play the shotgun, I’m like Elmer A month later, they’ll smell ya I went and found a new connect and got a better flow Carlito should’ve killed Benny, but he let him go He pulled up, thing banging at the train station Y’all niggas know the play, Griselda, OBH I can’t wait ‘til we run to him I’m moving weight, I should run a gym I’m out [?], I’m with Stun and Slim Let the mac stutter on your brim Benny and Lo, what’s popping other than them I’m riding with it in the Impala, she wit it, a rider I back out and turn this bitch to a getaway driver Yeah, he doing 10, but he said it feel like a L He called the homes saying break him out of jail I reed up, I’ll probably break the scale I’ll turn you breaking news, I ain’t even lift a nail And I’ll never say who did it, I don’t kiss and tell I looked the judge in the eyes and said “I’m picking 12” The mission got completed, opposition got deleted We did it for the streets ‘cause we know they need it Fiends coming 6am and we’re still open I just put my gun away when it’s still smoking “Griselda” Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot Brrdt You see It was a beautiful day outside It was like 20 of y’all niggas in front of the store I pulled up all aggressive Hopped out, windows down Left my keys in the ignition Went in the store, came back out kill money Wanting a nigga to say something to me I had the new 40 on me I wanted to test it on one of you bitch ass niggas But y’all stood down, smart OBH, Griselda, bitch ass niggas From Letras Mania