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Try to dumb it down but I'm too rich to act like I was broke Gucci store 7500 on a leather coat Free the bros yeah I prolly say that shit on every song Corner store held me down I didn't have nowhere else to go He kickin doors bruh didn't have no clothes and mom was on the dope We switchin up Got our hands on pistols we start stickin up Jus give it up he got a bad temper he be quick to bust My life is rough We weren't goin to school we tryna run it up Walk to the bluff Free lil Jock and D can't say that shit enough A stolen truck We got on the chase we had got away And tony make Lupo caught the case That shit that was cray Marco survived He got in another race somebody died I been in the streets since I was 9 for real Think this money got me traumatized ain't got no time to chill I know if a bitch won't then my mama will I can't lie I've popped a lotta pills To get me in my mode but I can't take no mo Letras de cancionesAll this pain don't know how to feel I was taught if you gone take it go on and take it don't know how to steal Fuck the ops we gotta kill Slide back on that same drill Let me stick it out the window Imma drive the wheel All white my teeth I had to travel overseas Lil bitch wanna bless and told her fuck me till she sneeze (choo) Yes, them my Cartiers they keep askin what are these (what's that) Coco from the floor up all I rock is double C's (nay nay) No slowin down Shop with BGE we havin a lotta pounds Ja Morant 12 bows in the air caught him and dunked it down He hidin out I jus got the drop he on my side of town I'm fresh to def had on Balency runners but I walked em down Lil bitch bad she call me dad like I'm a father figure Triple beam under the bed cause I can't wait to hit her (Can't wait) You know the rules can't bust a move if I ain't got my pistol (Can't do dat) Count it up a half a mil then get a finger blister This shit get ugly shit get mad real 2 hittaz behind me they my ad libs Put on every chain still ain't got time to chill Choose one you want attention or a hundred mil niggas don't be on shit no mo so I don't do favors Dior, Louis V, Amiri I got on a few flavors (Drip) Gang gang around this bitch I like a fool savor He wanna be famous fuck it put him cross the newspapers Cuban Link around my neck even tho I'm a nigga 10 inch haters I'll prolly shoot my shot at Serena Williams I did some shit Beyonce way before I heard by jigga Where I'm from you gotta felony you still gotta keep a pistol Bring it down in traffic weigh it up in plastic Lil hoe too savage fuckin her friend baby daddy I had to crash in a trap house that bed had too much traffic Shoot this bitch like Stackhouse he play for the Mavericks Geekin in the club move around and the crowd get it She let me fuck I was just finna ask could my dog hit it Witnessed some dope boys 6 feet that got rich off midgets I had fucked a cougar she ain't even know these thousand dollar britches Can't be playin with these niggas can't be playin with these hoes I was a youngin on that doe like even though keys open doors No one opens safes and my woman getting cake And money in my pocket is a little too debate But I'll kill yo lil outfit I wore it two days Ya see henny From Letras Mania