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Uh, uh, oh-oh (It's Budda Beats) Yeah, look A young nigga, I never had shit, uh I'ma wreck the Porsche, damn near crashed it When I'm in that big body, I gotta back in Ayy, when I'm in that big body, I gotta back in I got a trey poured up, shit nasty, yeah I just gotta fuck with her 'cause she nasty, hey I got like two million in a Gucci bag I'm at the Four Seasons countin' hella cash Okay, look, money counter on the dresser The way she pop that pussy, I just had to tip her, uh The way I work that Glock, they think I'm Brian Niccol You would've thought he broke a bone, put all that iron in him, yeah, look My lil' dawgs killin' for a hobby Them my lil' dawgs, them young niggas with dreads up in the lobby Them my lil' dawgs, them young niggas don't play about shawty Yeah them my lil' dawgs, them young niggas ain't scared to get it poppin', uh, uh They got pistols, huh, and we got pistols I'ma smoke one of your homeboys, we don't smoke Swishers He got kicked out of the whip, I just can't roll with him Old rattin' ass nigga, I just can't fuck with him, uh, uh Huh, Greedy doin' ten 'cause of your man Ju gotta go sit down again Letras de cancionesI'm tired of losin' my niggas to the pen', yeah (Nah, I swear) I'm tired of losin' my niggas to the lead (Fuck) A young nigga, I never had shit, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'ma wreck the Porsche, damn near crashed it When I'm in that big body, I gotta back in (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ayy, when I'm in that big body, I gotta back in (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I got a trey poured up, shit nasty, yeah (This shit get nasty) I just gotta fuck with her 'cause she nasty, hey (Ooh, this ho nasty) I got like two million in a Gucci bag (Yeah) I'm at the Four Seasons countin' hella cash I just left my plug house, twenty bricks, I'm cashin' out Porsche truck got totaled, shootout, I'm shootin' back, I'm crashin' out Big body Benz, on Lord, I'm talkin' 'bout ho, her ass be out Every time I see them boys, I'm goin' for it, no backin' out My stack be tellin' me to chill like, "You ain't got music, you rappin' now" Told that bitch Justin so real, I just go buy they casket now, ayy Luwhop, and we got Guwop, ain't talkin' 'bout my bills Stackin' fetty, green cash, mula, and ain't talkin' 'bout myself Fast forward, B done smoked all of your last boys Boolin', passport, fly your bitch out, she ain't even ask for it The work god, kickin' shit out fast as landlords Your bitch goin', I'm Mike without that badge on Bad Boys She got a rich nigga, I told her keep him Nothing is guaranteed, so I promise you we might need him Creepin' and we gon' sleep him Now I'm back up and all my people We servin' and workin', fiends hit my ho raw 'cause she got Fiji On the plate, then they gon' eat it A young nigga, I never had shit, uh I'ma wreck the Porsche, damn near crashed it When I'm in that big body, I gotta back in Ayy, when I'm in that big body, I gotta back in I got a trey poured up, shit nasty, yeah I just gotta fuck with her 'cause she nasty, hey I got like two million in a Gucci bag I'm at the Four Seasons countin' hella cash From Letras Mania