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Feezy Internet gangster, he tryna get clout Break down the brick like Wreck-It Ralph Backdoor the plug, shit, wrong house On GPS it say it's the right one Nigga got spanked, his man tryna hype him Get this shit in the streets, why I gotta type him? 300 in the clip like a—, uh 300 in the clip like a Chrysler He say he your man, he ended up folding Cut off the alarm, the garage door open "Xan fell off," the fuck is you smoking? Don't fuck with these niggas, that’s how I be coping Ran it up, I got two beats from Dolan Free car, bitch, you know that bitch stolen Yoo-de-lee-he-hoo, the Glock get to yodeling I sold your man huff, he ain't even open it I kept that shit in the street, you can get left when we meet I censored the Glock, bleep Bad little bitch, she petite (I'ma flood the Philippe) Wrap it up, fold it up Wrap it up, fold it up, neat Imagine your plug named Luis Letras de canciones(I need a QP) I'm counting up Jackson's, he I'm hanging out the window, wee I got some Wockt' in my pee I get her lit, I get her wild I got a big Glock on me now Big .45 Nigga we go "Ka-blaow" I watch how you move, I'm peeping your style I walk in the house, give me all the loot My OG shooting shit like uncle Drew "What do you take?" Bitch, a W Click at your mans, we gon' bug at you "Hold on, this nigga Xan crazy It's like five of us and one of you" I don't give a fuck, it's more targets to shoot I'm uppin' a Glizzy, I'm robbing a few Most of these niggas be bitches Most the lil' niggas, they ain't bothering you I feel like a star, bitch, I'm 'bout to shoot Back-door move, think we in Kahoot Internet gangster, he tryna get clout Break down the brick like Wreck-It Ralph Backdoor the plug, shit, wrong house On GPS it say it's the right one Nigga got spanked, his man tryna hype him Get this shit in the streets, why I gotta type him? 300 in the clip like a—, uh 300 in the clip like a Chrysler From Letras Mania