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Yeah (DY Krazy) Few young G's and OG's, you know (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) That choppa, though I let it ring (Brr), you know that I mean (Yeah) I don't drink green (Uh-uh), I need my cream (Let's go) I just wanna cum on her (What?), her face and her spleen (Ugh-ugh) I just wanna let that bitch (What?), let that bitch ring (Huh-huh) When shit get wrong, it can't go right Now I've been known to get shit blown Up out of proportion, bomb on site Be careful with your body, put that on ice I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type Whatever you say, okay, alright You pick your fate, you pay your price Just know I do not play, alright, alright Lil' buddy acting hard (What?) I'll send him to God (I'll send him to God) My dawgs like Dodge (Ayy) They pull up and charge (Pull up and ayy) I'm ridin' in the ten speed (Skrrt) It's hard to pull out the 'rage (Yeah) Letras de cancionesIt's dark, I'm fuckin' your daughters (Yeah) Thеy twins, I'm Mr. Rogers '96 Impala with a hundred thousand dollars in the trunk Thеy talk shit, we follow them punks They cross that line, then bodies gettin' dumped Fast forward twenty-five years, and I grew up Nigga talk shit, don't do shit to him Press that line and your string get pulled Got a problem, bring it to him Just don't be so immature I let it ring (Brr), you know that I mean (Yeah) I don't drink green (Uh-uh), I need my cream (Let's go) I just wanna cum on her (What?), her face and her spleen (Ugh-ugh) I just wanna let that bitch (What?), let that bitch ring (Huh-huh) When shit get wrong, it can't go right Now I've been known to get shit blown Up out of proportion, bomb on site Be careful with your body, put that on ice I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type Whatever you say, okay, alright You pick your fate, you pay your price Just know I do not play, alright, alright Shoot you on sight, don't blame it on Sprite Don't blame it on ice, don't blame it on drank I took a lil' X, I fuck on my ex I did a lil' wrong, I'm makin' it right Where did he go? He ran out back He must've ran track, I splat his back I got war wounds under my tats I got a few bloods, they all say, "Slatt" I got a few crips, they all on Old Nat I bust on her lips, but not her back That's not my bitch, that's not my nat I'm just her pimp, I'm not her dad The cops pulled me over, they smelled my thrax It's not my gat, but them my racks And them my Louis and them my slacks And this my car and that's my bitch Ain't none of my concern, keep me outta that shit Nigga all on my dick, tryna follow my bitch If I catch him in Vegas, I'ma catch a new case Fifty niggas with you, I'ma be in your face Nigga thinkin' shit a game, bet his ass get stabbed Nineteen in the clip, let his ass get half Best case scenario, get your ass kicked, man Worst case, end up in a plastic bag With no order, there is chaos, never let 'em handle, nigga Motherfuckin' player, I do it like an Atlanta nigga You do that shit for IG and the fuckin' camera You won't be happy 'til someone teach you some fuckin' manners When shit get wrong, it can't go right Now I've been known to get shit blown Up out of proportion, bomb on site Be careful with your body, put that on ice I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type Whatever you say, okay, alright You pick your fate, you pay your price Just know I do not play, alright, alright I let it ring (Brr), you know that I mean (Yeah) I don't drink green (Uh-uh), I need my cream (Let's go) I just wanna cum on her (What?), her face and her spleen (Ugh-ugh) I just wanna let that bitch (What?), let that bitch ring (Huh-huh) You know what the fuck going on with us, man From Letras Mania