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Ah, yeah, yeah I made it and niggas said it was luck Niggas said it was luck Yeah Said it was luck Ayy, turn me up, Marlo I ain't finna beef with a nigga No, no, uh, uh Uh, uh, look I made it and these niggas said it was luck Remember 'em days we were stuck in the trenches Now we gettin' money, we runnin' up Pull up in that Bentley for days on the bus Pack in our van, with a woop full of Runtz I ain't finna beef with a nigga I need me a check, if you push it, I'm leavin' it up Fuck, they keep hatin', I need me a answer They need to see me, put me on a banner I'm just a youngin', they hate on the Marlo Been on the stage, need to chat like I'm Lennord Pop out if she know who I am, so I'm in her Lately been hungry like I ain't eat dinner He's full of cattles, I'm Glocks in his Sprinter I'm quoting the summer, these VVS like winter Letras de cancionesI'ma just run at his block That nigga, he's pussy, he texting, I'm sending some shots He think he hard, but he not You claim you duck, how the fuck you be talkin' to cops He talk out his top, then we shot at his top I ain't fuckin' with critics, they all on my cock Can't go back to the kitchen, was wippin' 'em pots I was trappin' in school, put the weed in my sock Uh, uh, look I made it and these niggas said it was luck Remember 'em days we were stuck in the trenches Now we gettin' money, we runnin' up Pull up in that Bentley for days on the bus Pack in our van, with a woop full of Runtz I ain't finna beef with a nigga I need me a check, if you push it, I'm leavin' it up I ain't finna beef, got this TEC on my waist On the block, I rock out with my cock out I got one in the head like a brain Bodies drop every time one of my young niggas pop out I got snow bunnies all in my traphouse Bitch, you nut on my traphouse, then tapped out All my niggas be movin' the packs out Police watching, let's drop off the med now If you take a hit of my blunt, bet you pass out If I pop me a Xan', I might flash out When I hop in that [?], I might crash out We was broke, fuck the diner, we dashed out Now young Marlo, we paid, you rockin' Fendi and I rockin' Davinci I know that these hoes wanna fuck 'cause of our name Remember 'em bitches was being so stingy You a pussy, I guess all that money didn't change shit Don't see why, bitch, I'm still on the same shit I ain't ever gon' fuck with a lame bitch Light skin, I been fuckin' the same bitch Never broken, I ball like the NBA I ignore all the hate in the NBA Coutin' thousands, remember my penny days Now my pockets be comin' a thickie way, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, look I made it and these niggas said it was luck Remember 'em days we were stuck in the trenches Now we gettin' money, we runnin' up Pull up in that Bentley for days on the bus Pack in our van, with a woop full of Runtz I ain't finna beef with a nigga I need me a check, if you push it, I'm leavin' it up From Letras Mania