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Wanna be hood baby, then come join Rockin' Gucci socks with Air Force Ones Poppin' big shit, yeah, I'm the one Lock in the pots and we beat 'em off the stove Gotit talk to 'em, all this drip I'm pursuin' If my brother got beef, I'm chewin' Thirty-three shots, lil' nigga, Patrick Ewing I'd rather fuck her friend 'fore I leave her alone Insecure 'bout a bitch? No Ridin' with the sticks like G.I. Joe Peep a nigga game, nigga, dead on the low Investin' in the trap, got bags in the floor Everywhere I trap, got racks on the sofa Nigga too close, you ain't hear the car beep Back-up camera, yeah [?] got me Cameras on the truck, TV gon' see When I head to the shows, SB with me Wipe a nigga down, that's [?][0:47] Mama so proud we on TV Pearls 'round my neck, them CCs The label cut the check, run the bag by me Move all the hate so I can see Neck on froze, that's zero degrees Reached all my goals, I'ma [?] I don't give a fuck if she stay or she leave Letras de cancionesYeah, I'm a born superstar Young nigga shit, I was ridin' in a Porsche Know about me, hundred shots, get aborted Now they want no smoke, now they ass tryna sort it Bitches gettin' crunk, yeah, I hit 'em with a cover Bank account long, lotta zeros, lotta commas A nigga stand where he get hit, gon' stumble Real G.O.A.T. shit, I'ma teach you to do numbers Wanna be hood baby, then come join Rockin' Gucci socks with Air Force Ones Poppin' big shit, yeah, I'm the one Lock in the pots and we beat 'em off the stove Gotit talk to 'em, all this drip I'm pursuin' If my brother got beef, I'm chewin' Thirty-three shots, lil' nigga, Patrick Ewing I'd rather fuck her friend 'fore I leave her alone Insecure 'bout a bitch? No Ridin' with the sticks like G.I. Joe Peep a nigga game, nigga, dead on the low Investin' in the trap, got bags in the floor Everywhere I trap, got racks on the sofa Nigga too close, you ain't hear the car beep Back-up camera, yeah [?] got me Cameras on the truck, TV gon' see When I head to the shows, SB with me I want millions, millions and trillions A lot of hundreds, old hundreds to the ceilin' They fakin', they flodgin', they dodgin' all the realest Supercharged truck gon' catch you, nigga, in an instant Back then, nigga ain't have too much Now everything I do go up I don't never hate, just wish luck From opps, yeah, up and it's stuck Mind on the murder Yeah, about me, hood babies in a hurry Runnin' up a bag, yeah, jumpin' over hurdles I'm gon' cop the Wraith with the mothafuckin' curtains Wanna be hood baby, then come join Rockin' Gucci socks with Air Force Ones Poppin' big shit, yeah, I'm the one Lock in the pots and we beat 'em off the stove Gotit talk to 'em, all this drip I'm pursuin' If my brother got beef, I'm chewin' Thirty-three shots, lil' nigga, Patrick Ewing I'd rather fuck her friend 'fore I leave her alone Insecure 'bout a bitch? No Ridin' with the sticks like G.I. Joe Peep a nigga game, nigga, dead on the low Investin' in the trap, got bags in the floor Everywhere I trap, got racks on the sofa Nigga too close, you ain't hear the car beep Back-up camera, yeah [?] got me Cameras on the truck, TV gon' see When I head to the shows, SB with me From Letras Mania