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(Ayy, Yung, but he got that talent) (Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap) Yeah, this twenty a pill Ran up a check, get this Patek baguette, he made twenty more mill' Drop on the opp and then jump on the chopper and go to the Hills My youngin go Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill Yeah, shitted on a nigga, did it on purpose I tell my other bitch, "Go with my other bitch" Just to get my other bitch a new Birkin Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect Fuck in the back of the 'Bach with the curtains Fuck from the back and this bitch started squirtin' No, you didn't get this shit on my Persian, ooh Go gеt this bitch some new purses, cool I swipе my card, I don't feel it She had a lame, she healin' Now she on a plane, she chillin' And she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it? I know that nigga wanna kill her 'cause she in a villa, going H.A.M. with tequila Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah Woah, this that go shit (Yeah) Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (And Trojans) It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in (Yeah, more in) Letras de cancionesWoah, this that go shit (That go shit) This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go) My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion) Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Stolen, skrrt) Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week Chasin' her dreams, I'ma pass her to Meek (To Meek) Nigga, I'm a wolf, can't hang with the sheep (Can't hang with the sheep) Water on my neck, bought my chain at the beach (Let's go) Pull up to your block with a motherfuckin' thotty (Let's go) Every nigga with me down to go and catch a body (Okay) Young nigga trapping out a hotel lobby (Okay) Wipe a nigga nose like that motherfucker snotty I'm in the trap with a thick bitch Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it (Yeah) Most you niggas fried like a fish stick If he a snitch, can't kick it I'm with the gang and we deep Just like a dog, put a nigga to sleep Bad lil' bitch trying to see me on the sneak No TLC, but a nigga got to creep (Woo) Shoot it like JJ (JJ) Spin a nigga block like a Beyblade If I hit the block, that's a payday Hurricane AP, A Bay Bay (A Bay Bay) Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Thugger (Slime) Can't leave the crib with no cutter Feel like Ving Rhames, it's guns and butter Woah, this that go shit (Yeah) Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (And Trojans) It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in (Yeah, more in) Woah, this that go shit (That go shit) This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go) My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion) Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Stolen, skrrt) Abracadabra, my bitch way badder, my wrist out the motherfuckin' batter (Slatt) Fish parquet I snuck on the face, green diamonds, I fucked up my bladder (Yeah) Motherfuck a trend, I been with my kids in the spot 'cause family matter (On God) Everything else you speakin' about might get your ass whooped like a paddle (Slatt) Yeah, yeah, fishscale (Yeah), no scale, weigh it up (Weigh it up) I spent twenty mil' (What?) on a crib, pay it up (Pay it up) In Dubai but the bitch from Israel Call my phone, you fine as hell In designer but I will kill You done speaked to informants, I can tell Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah) My bitch wrist clean I flex, don't bend, I am the king (The king) Hundred bands can clean up the scene (On God) Had your wife and you thought it was a dream Nigga kicked through that door with the bling I took off in a foreign machine (Sex) Woah, this that go shit (Yeah) Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (Yeah) It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in Woah, this that go shit (That go shit) This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go) My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion) Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt) Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business (Big business) Pull up to the club with a pole on me, niggas thinkin' I'd been fishin' (Been fishin') Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass bitches like, "Ho, I'm big pimpin'" (Big pimpin') From Letras Mania