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[Hook x2:] Boy hold my jewelry it's a pound Brick on my wrist right now And I'm finna go and scoop ya bitch And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks Finna pull up on my ex Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad "I ain't got no fucking type of respect But I heard you get respect with TEC" D-Moe go grab the pound Thots coming over to suck us right now Roll up let's get high Smoke a nigga frown Let 'em come up in this fucking house Pistol to his motherfucking mouth I told him "watch this motherfucking mouth" Who the fuck talking now? Flexin, look at my muscle (look at my motherfuckin' muscle) My truck got a muscle (truck got a motherfuckin' muscle) It ain't American, it's foreign My bitch ain't American, she foreign She is from Dubai I got that check, then I flew by I roll by Didn't stop for nobody I don't fuck with nobody Letras de cancionesI'll hop out and fuck your body and your party We'll come through, shoot your party Who told you to party? Not GloGang Fuck boy you is a no name [Hook x2:] Boy hold my jewelry it's a pound Brick on my wrist right now And I'm finna go and scoop ya bitch And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks Finna pull up on my ex Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad "I ain't got no fucking type of respect But I heard you get respect with TEC" I just bought a chopper let's do a hit You wife for us, she doing dicks I got a .30 with a stick I'm Glo Gang, we hella rich These niggas hate but niggas bitches These niggas tellin, niggas snitches And you know snitches they get stitches Pulling up and you get digits Talking numbers, hunnid rounds Catch you lacking it's man down When I kill you, Ima frown Ain't no fucking laughing or playing around From Letras Mania