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I shot back at niggas that hit at me, like I ain’t got nothing to lose I ain’t tell nobody at home, ‘cause I ain’t got nothing to prove And I had to rob my plug, I love him to death but he ain’t give me nothing to move And I heard the opps lived right over top of me I grabbed the AR and shot through the roof I ain’t waste no time Ima shoot this Glock through my pocket Pocket rocket like I play for the Houston Rockets They watch yo’ slime, what the fuck is you gon do around me Call my lil woedie’s, my shooters gon shoot about me I don’t plan on dying, pussy nigga better shoot around me I be on my dolo, I don’t want no fool around me You knew me before I knew about you If you ain’t a boss then you cannot sit around me If you ain’t a boss then you cannot sit around me My nigga got shot in broad day, I had my guns in the hallway I used to sleep with a dogs leg, now I rock Gucci and Balmain All day I got a gun by my side, I pray to God ‘cause I don’t want to die I’d rather commit a suicide, then become a homicide My daddy caught me in the trap house with the five playing with my life My momma spot me at the dinner table ‘cause she caught me playing with my fries I was doing home invasions, being means, I ain’t want a nine to five I shot back at niggas that hit at me, like I ain’t got nothing to lose I ain’t tell nobody at home, ‘cause I ain’t got nothing to prove Letras de cancionesAnd I had to rob my plug, I love him to death but he ain’t give me nothing to move And I heard the opps where right over top of me I grabbed the AR and shot through the roof I ain’t waste no time Ima shoot this Glock through my pocket Pocket rocket like I play for the Houston Rockets They watch yo’ slime, what the fuck is you gon do about it? Call my lil woedie’s, my shooters gon shoot about me I don’t plan on dying, pussy nigga better shoot around me I be on my dolo, I don’t want no fool around me You knew me before I knew about you If you ain’t a boss then you cannot sit around me I had to scrape the bowl, I didn’t even have a change of clothes I know how to play my role, but I would never let them take my soul Nigga I hate the code Make a dollar just to make some more And bitch I was really poor, broke put me in a different mode I remember trying to flip down bad, because I was down bad on my ass Sipping liquor out a brown bag Gun on my waist why my pants sag Put a dick on my gun, I’m a mad man Shoot out the club like i’m Mad Max I remember when bro went to Ashgabat, and I sent them guns to Baghdad Slatt, my slime niggas ain’t slatt Bitch put your face in my lap He said he young goat, but he cap Put my gun in yo’ gat My bullet gon blow through your neck We put him on blast, he sipping on NyQuil, we sipping on Act I shot back at niggas that hit at me, like I ain’t got nothing to lose I ain’t tell nobody at home, ‘cause I ain’t got nothing to prove And I had to rob my plug, I love him to death but he ain’t give me nothing to move And I heard the opps where right over top of me I grabbed the AR and shot through the roof I ain’t waste no time Ima shoot this Glock through my pocket Pocket rocket like I play for the Houston Rockets They watch yo’ slime, what the fuck is you gon do around me Call my lil woedie’s, my shooters gon shoot about me I don’t plan on dying, pussy nigga better shoot around me I be on my dolo, I don’t want no fool around me You knew me before I knew about you If you ain’t a boss then you cannot sit around me From Letras Mania