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If the judge give me like who gon' bury my momma All my niggas buyin' ice tryna marry Rihanna I ain't tryna make it right two fully loaded choppas I ain't tryna make it right why these lil niggas bite Why they give my uncle 47 years for a fight Why they give my nigga 67 months for some pistols Fully loaded F&N gettin 15 for this one Free my lil brotha [?] I drop tears cuz I miss him If it's money on your head I hop out come and get it Imma come and get the fetti Man that lil nigga petty I got 3 fully loaded choppas on me, Ed, Edd and Eddy Imma headshot a nigga make his head look like new spaghetti Automatic switch on all my chops tryna hold 'em steady I know lil dog a bitch I'm in Rеvive me and Mitch They can't put that murdеr on me unless they hit 'em with a switch All my shoes be Dior I got lean but buy more I wear a 3 thousand dollar outfit to record I might go hit the opp’s baby momma 'cause I'm bored All I see is comma, comma, comma, comma I want more Got an AirBnb outta town Jersey Shore Way before I did a song I was kickin' niggas doors Made my first 30 racks sleepin' on the floor Letras de canciones Made my first 30 racks and it made me want more Imma bring a Lamborghini to my hood and raise the doors up I might sip a couple pints but I am not fuckin' my nose up Niggas broke as hell sneak dissing I might show up Every night a chef cookin' up my meal, you eatin' cold cuts [?] made my son rich Niggas on some [?] shit Any hoe played with me before, she a dumb bitch Got so many zeros in the bank, boy I'm dumb rich All my jewelry came from Hutch I ain't got no golden sun piece My FN brown and black Wide body Hellcats Nigga when we goin' slide only time we drive the scats I want like 20k if you want me on your tracks You can't charge from them v- You can't charge for them verses 'cause everything is- You can't charge for them verses everything you make is whack Take her out to smoke one of my woods 'cause they backs We don't do no one-on-ones, do I look like Kyla Pratt? Imma pull up with a MAC he keep askin' where I'm at Goose Knuckles 2 thousand and the shoes cost a stack I got like 100 belts, I smoke exotic for my health I know if I sign a deal they won't have me on the shelf When I put my cuban on I just think I'm Michael Phelps I ain't gotta fuck with niggas it ain't like I need their help She gon' wanna fuck again she remember how it felt I don't bought so much Amiri need to talk to Mike himself All my choppas fully loaded and my double cup is potion Every bitch I'm fuckin' on the inside feel like a ocean I can't really help it everywhere I go I'm noticed Why you niggas out here doin' groupie shit like I won't know it From Letras Mania