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I'ma get them phones in the same day that they drop We gon' turn around like yap, we got burners and them chops You can try us if you want to, but them bodies gon' get drop Drop the top, wok wrestle with the pop There's homeless nigga's on the streets, never mind that's the opps Woke up with a boner, never mind that's the Glock Opps homies slide down, never mind they with the cops Oh, he with the opps? Never mind, I'm finna grab the chop I make a mess in the mall but they never mind You flash money on the 'Gram, but it's never yours You don't even got a job you still doing chores Off a Perc 10, cut into her where's the choochie whore? Ay, Tron I'm finna start punching them go and close the door Fuck around and turn into a crawler if I pour a four Walk around and turn into a swiper when I'm in a store Blow the torch, bitch I'm in the cut like an open sore And this a big ass Glock, I ain't got a sword And this a fuckin' Hellcat, I ain't got a Ford I'ma leave a nigga wide open, like a open door Like a junkie on the street, when I get money I still want some more Funky ass Dior cost 11, that's a Klay Thompson Boy fuck your chest and your leg, bitch we face poppin' Pineapple Fanta, with the- I'ma straight drop it Lungs full of-, I swear this wedding cake toxic 4 years later, and this nigga still click hoppin' Letras de cancionesWe be in the streets, them nigga's in the house TikTok-in' I'll up 10 bands in your face, I'd bet you stop talkin' You ain't got no money in your safe, and ain't shit in your wallet I let the K rock 'em, boy bitch ain't 'bout it How your bitch bad? Buddy boy, her toes ain't polished Four a buck, she let me slam but I ain't Giannis She make that ugly face, when she suckin' so I hate watchin' From Letras Mania