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It's flood to the floor, no seat, I'm ridin' round tank on E The boy just turned to a beast and I know that they know It's me (Yeah) I got my own alphabet It's A-C-I and D Put down your money, let's bet, let's see who dyin' a G? I know that it's me Leather jeans on and I heard I'm the flyest to come out of east Who's ridin' on me? Lemme see? I kill a boy in a 30 I pull up on greaze Big greeze with a big Jeep I got a bad B No underwear like I am DDB And she won't say a sound Bitch still under the Jean-Paul Gaultier blouse How can they doubt? That me and my niggas the biggest to do this since, 2000 and now I put a 10 on track and after I hit, it's Logic, I'm bouncin' her out I'm on my white girl shit Mm, outside and I'm definitely cashin' me out Catch me outside, how 'bout dat? Talk about Talk about, talk about, talk about me You ain't even a boss I pay the cost and I got the receipts Fuck a celebrity, no security Letras de cancionesStill see me in the streets Like, "Stop, wait, pull up," I need somethin' to eat All of these blessings, praise the Lord DJ, put that on repeat Please don't talk about numbers, little man, I could do that in my sleep Please don't talk about skengs One phone call, that's a strap with the teeth I'm an alchemist, on a trip How could I slip when I got the crack on my feet? SK's got me standin' well Ain't Obama, but I brang Michelle Bouncers know me on the door And they know I'm comin' with gang as well Told the girl, "I don't do the road" But nothin' change, I got raps to sell It's a fast life, I don't kiss and tell Said her name and it rang a bell Tell me what you see when you look in my eyes Look in the mirror, you hate what you see Come pussy, you livin' a lie They wanna 'verse, wanna hang with the gang But they ain't got the vibe Fuck with me, no one can save you No, not an alarm, no, Jesus Christ I pray, but I get sleepless nights (Yeah) Real haunted ones Pick a lighty and sleep with one About brekky, I'm leavin', hun If the early bird gets the worm first Alright, I'ma see him at brunch Ah, look at me thinking' dinner If the mandem see 'em, it's lunch Putting on weight, I been yammin' this Curry like Bumba I am a G.O.A.T Used to be skinny like Lancey Foux You project was shit, but it charted, though Chippy, I'm the man with the bars That's not gang, that's stars Smoking' this cabbage, might jump on the shrooms Like I'm playin' Mario Kart Ahahahahaha Ahahahahaha Ahahahahaha From Letras Mania