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Yeah, huh Yeah, huh (Fast Life) Yeah (Huh, yeah), yeah Know the fuckin' vibes, nigga (Yeah, huh) Back to back, we gon' pull up in a Wraith (Skrrt) Put that boy in a grave Black out the chop, put a Glock to his face Nigga, you die any day Hop on a jet, take a flight to LA Yeah, these niggas know how we play These niggas copy the wave Double-R, she feelin' like she in space I fuck a bitch and I'm puttin' my mans on Stuff 'em with bands when I'm puttin' my pants on Came up from nothing, you know what I stand on Yeah, Rus Balla got the thing drawn Keep a TEC when I ride in the street, huh I cannot die in the street, so I hop in the booth and I ride on the beat (Okay) Got your shorty, she ridin' my meat (Let's go) Talkin' hot, it could be murder today Sturdy in the cut, get Sturdy away Hop out, drive-bys Wet it off and then we floodin' away Letras de cancionesRus Balla with the action, see an opp and he be fiendin' to put him away Lil' bro too small to be pickin' and fightin', so he gon' go grip up the K Fuck the talkin', we ain't hearin' it Send a verse, my niggas clearin' it We came up airin' shit Fuck it, though, I had to handle it Dick in her mouth, she can't handle it I leave no space for no air in it VVS on me iced out (Iced out) Whenever we pull up, lights out (Lights out) We might get to shooting, pipe down (Pipe down) We might do your mans type wild (Uh) Rap niggas tryna talk, get exposed My brother gone, that shit hurt me the most We find the killer, that boy gotta go I put that on Sonata, we won't make a show I keep a Glock in the Wraith (Baow) I got your thot in the Wraith Twenty thousand, you put that in your safe Twenty thou' on my pockets today Corlo Capo, that's really my hitter (That's fact) If he shootin', I swear he won't miss him (Gllt, baow) He just call me like, "Bro, we gon' spin him" (Okay) So for Pop, we gon' smoke us a nigga 'Bout my business, ain't talkin' with niggas (At all) If they play, we exposing them niggas (Fact) Got your shorty, she rollin' with niggas And she in the back and she blowin' a nigga Pass her off, I'ma catch the assist (Okay) Ron Sturdy, he sturdy and shit He got a clip that hold thirty in it See an opp and he blowin' that shit Back to back, we gon' pull up in a Wraith (Skrrt) Put that boy in a grave Black out the chop, put a Glock to his face Nigga, you die any day Hop on a jet, take a flight to LA Yeah, these niggas know how we play These niggas copy the wave Double-R, she feelin' like she in space I fuck a bitch and I'm puttin' my mans on Stuff 'em with bands when I'm puttin' my pants on Came up from nothing, you know what I stand on Yeah, Rus Balla got the thing drawn Keep a TEC when I ride in the street, huh I cannot die in the street, so I hop in the booth and I ride on the beat (Okay) Got your shorty, she ridin' my meat (Let's go) (Fast Life) From Letras Mania