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Glizzy, what you cookin' up? Yeah, go Go, ah, ha, yeah Go, go, go, yeah (Six7 on the beat) I got a load of the packs (Load) Hit from the back, got a hold of her tracks (Ha) I’m with the smoke, nigga, know that it's static Try the fuck shit, put a hole in your cap (No cap) Fuck all that talking, we that that's cap (That’s cap) I want the bands, I don't care about rap Did this shit on my own, gonna figure it out Put the smoke in the air then we airin' it out (It out) I want the racks, you can keep all the clout (Clout) Pussy get wet, I'ma bring her a towel They see them diamonds on me, they like, "Wow" (Wow) Run in your trap, make you moo like a cow We havin' pints, what the fuck is drought? I run this shit, what the talkin' about? Missing court every time, they got a foul Get out the mud, I'm [?] [?] smoked an ounce (Ounce) I hit the trap one time, make it bounce Molly santan stuffed up in the couch No more of that, gotta make mama proud, uh Letras de cancionesBalenciaga I cannot kick it, I got on Prada Hit from the back, she call me father Do a driveby in the Hellcat Charger Balenciaga I cannot kick it, I got on Prada Hit from the back, she call me father Do a driveby in the Hellcat Charger Yeah, huh Keep [?], yeah, ha Where is the crate? Nigga, bring in the box 'Member they talkin’ that shit on the opps Yeah, [?] [?] Glen from opps Yeah, really tote sticks, ain’t no prop Came from the bricks with no pops Talk all that shit and get popped Shouldn't of changed your spot, oh You with the shit, is not? No You know we get to the guap, go Balenciaga I cannot kick it, I got on Prada Hit from the back, she call me father Do a driveby in the Hellcat Charger Balenciaga I cannot kick it, I got on Prada Hit from the back, she call me father Do a driveby in the Hellcat Charger From Letras Mania