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Bitch you left me witta broken heart I was breakin down bad on my birthday I done seen all the fake in the worst way And my brother cross me in the worst way And its easy to say I was stupid all along How tf you gon break a lil nigga I had to be strong Don't question bout my life I gotta big reason ion do a song with them niggas Them niggas don't hang with real killers And you know dat I'm unforgiving And he taking duece right out his backpack Big ol 30 gon knock his face I'm shootin them black gats Nigga they cappin they stretching the cap they be strechin the fitted I callem yo gotti All in my dm talkin bout ya bm the fuck you gon do you ain't clap at nobody I got sky dweller tell a bitch I'm the plug I be swaggin all over the mazi Inside the burberry find a 30 round clip only shoot if I bust a yo noggin Whole gang behind me If u get it fucked up that's rip They gon have to go sum new white tees And she feel safer around me I got respect in my city little bitch go head try to kill me Imma hurt ya whole family feelings Imma letchu kno you dying w me Because Bitch I be dat baby devil Blood on my Balenciagas Bitch we shootin ain't no problem Letras de cancionesLil brother want dat he kno I got em 30 deep in yo place 50 deep if you want rake Yung rich nigga I feel like Mase Young rich nigga I feel like mase Imma fuck on ya treesh then go count on my cake Let em getchu real kilt while I hop on a plane When they talking that shit all up down on ya name What the fuck you don't know, you just kno my name Imma beat dat lil bit like a batting rink What the fuck they be talking they cappin it Got a 30 extended I'm dragging it All the lies that they told me imagine em I moved out the x like 3 years ago New city with some spanish hoes Say they jack me now they ain't did before I was busy selling glass I ain't give a fuck Run it up a nigga got a load I ain't really go to highschool I was trippin off boy my momma know Fuck they talkin bout I ain't really from the A Shut ya fucking mouth How you really do me dirty but then get tight when I don't jack niggas Bitch I'm from the bx I might go to PA for a week and flip another pack I don't chill with nobody, don't kno how to act I got bitches on molly, sippin on that yak They be telling me baby boy keep yo head I be telling em bitch I'm always with dat lead From Letras Mania