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(420T) Me and my compadres do it grande Cashing out, swerving off the lot sideways Me and my amigos just passed on some kilos Solid gold, one million all in C-notes Me and my compadres do it grande Cashing out, swerving off the lot sideways Me and my amigos just passed on some kilos Solid gold, one million all in C-notes Yeah, uh, we going on a trip We running in this bitch and we coming out rich We get paid on the regular You can't tell me shit, I'm one hundred steps ahead of you Swerving off the lot just to park across the line Rolling up my sleeves so you could see what's on my arm Niggas hanging in the hood, ayy, where the fuck y'all from? I ain't ask who you know, nigga, where the fuck you from? I drive through the intersection slow Tryna knock a ho, putting on a show Nigga it's too late to come and get with us Boy, you was halfway in, why you say we switching up? I'll never turn my back if you ain't got it coming Rule number one, you pull your gat, know you gotta bust it Bum niggas wanna diss, and then they get deleted Letras de cancionesSo don't be saying shit if you don't mean it Me and my compadres do it grande Cashing out, swerving off the lot sideways Me and my amigos just passed on some kilos Solid gold, one million all in C-notes Me and my compadres do it grande Cashing out, swerving off the lot sideways Me and my amigos just passed on some kilos Solid gold, one million all in C-notes Uh, just passed on a lick I spent fifteen thousand every month on my rent Yeah, we ain't in the same league We don't run the same race, we ain't on the same speed How the fuck could you think we competition? Nigga I'm a boss, giving jobs from some shit that I invented Watch my next move, it's gon' fuck 'em up I'm times ten, nigga, I don't do no double-ups Niggas hit my line just to see what's on my mind If you really want to win, get with Perico's Innerprize Checkmate, nigga out of state checking checks Alkaline, solid gold wrapped around my neck Doing donuts in the intersection swerving If it ain't a Bimmer, I'm in the back of a Suburban Nigga talking down on the clique, so we curved him Shining extra hard in your face on purpose Me and my compadres do it grande Cashing out, swerving off the lot sideways Me and my amigos just passed on some kilos Solid gold, one million all in C-notes Me and my compadres do it grande Cashing out, swerving off the lot sideways Me and my amigos just passed on some kilos Solid gold, one million all in C-notes Nigga, that's on the dead homies, nigga Nigga, what? The fuck I know this nigga ain't at my burial site, cuh Ayy, nigga Don't act like you can't hear me, cuh, don't ignore me Ayy, Boomer? I'm right here, cuh Stop crying, stop that bitch-ass crying, sock this nigga Nah, nah, you hear me Crip cuz, I'm right here, cuz This nigga killed me, cuz Cuz gone, listen, we gon' find out who killed you Ain't no "Find out," cuz, you did it So you don't know nothing, cuz? I don't know nothing, cuh (Yes, you do) Hell nah nigga, he know Ain't nobody heard nothing, ain't nobody Big Mama don't even know You a bald-ass lie, cuz, what's happenin'? Aw, this how y'all gon' do me? You too old to be living like this, cuz I'm just saying cuh, how the fuck can you see cuz? It's the Holy Spirit of Crippin', cuz I kill niggas too, I see ghosts all the time, cuz From Letras Mania