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JD on the track Iceberg want a bag, bitch Put a bag on top his head, we get him gone, my brothers bounty hunters You ain't no real shooter, you take drugs and then you down to murder 12 been tryna build a case, that trap relocate, now the county jumpin' We can't take the chance, we smash the gas when we hear sirens blurpin' What's real or fake, man, they don't know the difference, tell 'em hold a minute Jumped in that water with piranhas, man, I really own the fishes I had to go and cop a coupe 'cause I been gettin' so much chicken I swear that money don't mean shit, there's more to life, my bros can get it Feel like the first to touch a million, them niggas said it wasn't possible See, God done put me through some obstacles, I still ain't got through those Pineapple, I'm smoking on tropical, I love it when I'm this high I told you I was shinin', ho, don't ask me why my wrist bright Dirty money match that double cup, I mix Sprite Bad and bougie, need my bitch right Amazing brain, I guess my bitch bright You can try to change the world, they still gonna bring up all the dirt you did Either way, I still be rich either off rap or all the work I did This shit is earned, you gotta work for this Put a bag on top his head, we get him gone, my brothers bounty hunters You ain't no real shooter, you take drugs and then you down to murder 12 been tryna build a case, that trap relocate, now the county jumpin' Letras de cancionesWe can't take the chance, we smash the gas when we hear sirens blurpin' What's real or fake, man, they don't know the difference, tell 'em hold a minute Jumped in that water with piranhas, man, I really own the fishes I had to go and cop a coupe 'cause I been gettin' so much chicken I swear that money don't mean shit, there's more to life, my bros can get it My life ain't no facade, bitch, I've been livin' what you dream My shoes is shinin', these VV diamonds, bitch, it's blinding, can't see what's behind me Lately shit been foreign, all these clothes, bitches, and fast cars Stars up in the ceiling, pour a four, I'm 'bout to blast off The Wraith look like a spaceship so I had to take the tag off I looked into my future and seen greatness, took the mask off I started selling bag to hit the stu' and I got gas off And now my engine roarin', sitting comfy in a Trackhawk Put a bag on top his head, we get him gone, my brothers bounty hunters You ain't no real shooter, you take drugs and then you down to murder 12 been tryna build a case, that trap relocate, now the county jumpin' We can't take the chance, we smash the gas when we hear sirens blurpin' What's real or fake, man, they don't know the difference, tell 'em hold a minute Jumped in that water with piranhas, man, I really own the fishes I had to go and cop a coupe 'cause I been gettin' so much chicken I swear that money don't mean shit, there's more to life, my bros can get it From Letras Mania