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(Pyrex Whippa) Stuck with a Glock I got a thot Ima get a spot, inner lane, middle finger to the cops I could never drop no names They say my flow like crack, cocaine Sunday I might ride in range Money started change things Choppas just like Harly This retarded I had da potty training Momma seeing all that money she almost faint I walked in the club thought it was raining I fucked her didn't even know her name Can't break the court I break the bank Niggas talk like hold your shit might sink You know niggas supper lame Super charge, switching lanes, still with the gang All that came Marry the money I bought a ring Bans busting out the chain before it made them gassy busting moves like Billy Jean 2 cups filled with lean push up on the scene Niggas quite when they see me Trapp it I already knew the lease Got it hot just like glis Keep that Glock right by me Letras de cancionesI got rich of killin' beats I'm to real dont do the beef, but if you play with me they sweet I don't play, spray yo block all week Bullets knock down houses, trees Get out the skreet This money got me blind dollar signs all I see because I drive Dont need a key Got rich as fuck I feel like Pyrex on your head R.i.P pussy Pull up got them hoes looking Drive that V just like a vet Got yall niggas riding inside your wishes Kill him, his family won't just hide We dont bullshit All these tears got tape on the lip Glossy scrap Came a long way from that killer crib Can't get no sleep I'm booked He went broke, he ran out of luck Showing love might get you cut My stash spot I filled it up Just hurry up trap the trailer full When we going up this ice hockey puck Bitch I get me walking pucks From Letras Mania