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Nigga, uh, uh Throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit Bitch, I got the key to the streets like a locksmith Young boss nigga, only right I got a boss bitch FN open up a sucka nigga like a mosh pit All them SI's in your chain, them do not hit White rose, about a hundred K, that's for my kit Your bitch wanna give me head and drink my kids I told her freaky ass open up like a mosh pit They love a nigga everywhere I go 'cause I'm wavy I'm four pockets full like that nigga Lil' Baby My niggas got a real bad name 'cause they janky I gave a nigga bitch back today and he thanked me I'm copping Vlone like that shit Old Navy These niggas really love me, but be acting like they hate me Free my nigga Meech up out that cage, they tried to hang 'em Rip Shied, I'ma pour a four for my baby Amiri's on my ass cost a bag and I still sag I'll make a bitch walk the blade 'til her heels bad Lost my nigga to a sucka nigga and I'm still mad Put this forty to a nigga dome, make 'em feel that What the fuck is twenty bands? Bitch, I'm getting real cash Niggas smoking fake Runtz, bitch, I'm smoking real gas Rapping 'bout a bag they never had, these niggas real cap Letras de cancionesTen bands with a Gleeky on me and that's real facts, bitch Nescafe Dolge Gusto Sponsored by Nescafe Dolge Gusto Fantastici premi per te See More Throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit Bitch, I got the key to the streets like a locksmith Young boss nigga, only right I got a boss bitch FN open up a sucka nigga like a mosh pit All them SI's in your chain, them do not hit White rose, about a hundred K, that's for my kit Your bitch wanna give me head and drink my kids I told her freaky ass open up like a mosh pit Twenty-two up in my clip, I cannot rock with nothing less than that I just taxed a nigga for an eighth, he had a FM hat Used to be my brother, times have changed, pussy, we deaded that Just copped the Fanta for a buck and threw some meds in that Nigga, you ain't smoking Runtz, that ain't from LB Shit you niggas smoking, joke is up, that shit is stale weed Dumped the pole up at you sucka niggas, now they twelve feet How the fuck you loyal to your squad? You on twelve teams On the road with three Drakes in a Sprinter van Finna turn a summer vacay into a winter land I go by DaBoii but ask my city, bitch, I been a man All this fish in the sea, who you reeling in? And I'm the one who call the shots, I'm like the coach's son His hand is out, I'm confused, I don't owe him none Why would I let you hit my blunt when you ain't rolling none? He don't wanna let his bitch choose, see, I'm the chosen one, bitch Throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit Bitch, I got the key to the streets like a locksmith Young boss nigga, only right I got a boss bitch FN open up a sucka nigga like a mosh pit All them SI's in your chain, them do not hit White rose, about a hundred K, that's for my kit Your bitch wanna give me head and drink my kids I told her freaky ass open up like a mosh pit I was chilling at the house and got a call, they on some other shit Opps just bent the block, guess they ain't know what they was up against We don't never pull nothing less than chop than like a hundred clip Three thirties on them Glocks 'cause we strapped up like we the government We just tried to up score on a sucka, got his brother hit Niggas mixing fentanyl all in them Percs, I knew that wasn't legit Just tore down a sucka nigga house, fucked up his mama rent Where I'm from this thugging shit so common that it's common sense And I turned to a demon when I told my uncle R.I.P. I told my young life kill, long as it's in the name of RBE Them lil' niggas gon' step, say fuck the rest and lose it all for me I had to lead my niggas to that bag before we all deceased You gotta know this shit gets tricky, you against me or you with me? Gotta bulletproof the trucks 'cause we most hated in the city If them sucka niggas kill me, terrorize 'em 'til you with me They say God forgive, then I hope he forgive them niggas with me, on the gang Nescafe Dolge Gusto Sponsored by Nescafe Dolge Gusto Fantastici premi per te See More Throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit Bitch, I got the key to the streets like a locksmith Young boss nigga, only right I got a boss bitch FN open up a sucka nigga like a mosh pit All them SI's in your chain, them do not hit White rose, about a hundred K, that's for my kit Your bitch wanna give me head and drink my kids I told her freaky ass open up like a mosh pit, bitch From Letras Mania