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And I know these niggas mad as fuck Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM we throw it up Pour a 4 while my nigga throw it up And bitch I'm off the good 10's, I might just throw it up Bitch, I'm off that dope for real These niggas ain’t got no swag for real And I ain’t no lil baby but bitch I'm in my bag for real High as fuck, got jet lag for real This MAC-11 come with a .32 mag, for real And me and that nigga geeked, we be tweakin’ together And I sholl’ is rocking hoodies in this damn hot ass weather That nigga just like me, I ain’t know I had a tether Ain’t no nigga totin’ like me, yo shit light as a feather I don’t wanna work with you, don’t care, that's cool Singing my heart out in this mic right on this fucking stool No internet lil bitch, beef with this fucking tool And I don’t gotta show my ass, lil hoe, to flex on you Santana, I'mma flex on you And I ain't gotta shake my ass, lil hoe, to flex on you Kaine with the glizzy, ima handle you Bitch these VVS on my neck wet like a fucking pool And I know these niggas mad as fuck Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM we throw it up Pour a 4 while my nigga throw it up Letras de cancionesAnd bitch I'm off the good 10's, I might just throw it up Bitch, I'm off that dope for real These niggas ain’t got no swag for real And I ain’t no lil baby but bitch I'm in my bag for real High as fuck, got jet lag for real This MAC-11 come with a .32 mag, for real From Letras Mania