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My mama said I got death on me (My eyes stressed some) The reason I got this vest on me (Ay, nigga left on me) Helluva made this beat baby Bitch (Bitch) Ayy free Lil easy, Bitch (Back to the street shit) And free Skeet bitch (Back to the street shit) I ain't high bitch I'm in the city (Bitch, bitch) Fuck with me (Bitch, bitch, back to the street shit) Back to the street shit Bitch, bitch, Back to the street shit (4 gang in this) I ain't high bitch I'm in the city Ain't into talking nigga, la-la-la Ain't been the same bitch since I got shot (Duh) My leg hurt, aye but he got dropped We got knots Free my pop, fuck my opps Nah for real (Bitch!) You gon make more than the news, if you touch my watch Yelling free my Uncle Nells ([?]) You ain't never take a life, I can tell How to playing murder in that cell, kinda shook ya Give me dub, I'll cook it (Pussy!) Hunnit thousand on me all [?] Seven murders in, all [?] Letras de cancionesQuick to top something just for looking Quick to drop something, I'm a bully Handgun chop, its a fully Old school chop, Mr. Woody (Mr. Woody nigga, y'all niggas know how we coming) Bitch don't come around asking bout nobody (Bitch) Every nigga round me toting [?] [?] on the wood cause he dropped me Fucking getting mad, cause he had Four chops deep when we ride Big fours, bitch you can't [?] Hustle boys, yeah I got it tatted Push yo shit back cause he ready Back to the street shit I was gone, now I'm back on the east bitch I ain't high bitch I'm in the city 4 gang, to no gang nigga From Letras Mania