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(Indigo) (Okay, Embasin, whatever) Hands in the air, this a stickup Put 'em up high like a dick up I throw that money, she pick up Go in my room and she lick up Hiccup, hiccup She suck me up 'til she hiccup Nigga want a show, that's big bucks Stacking that money, I get up Try to backstab me, I flip the script Stupid lil' bitch, we sipping on 'script I ain't got time for you and your lip Talking down on me, down this ditch Way too impatient for all that chit chat I'm in this shit with an AK bicked back All these niggas ain't even got a big strap I'm in this shit, blow your back with a big gat That's your ho, yeah, Fauni done hit that That's your wife, yeah, been there, did that All of my niggas gon' get them big racks Big, big, big, big, big, big racks Pussy lil' boy, you a snitch, you a big rat Break a bitch off just like she a kit kat Letras de cancionesI'm in this shit so fresh like tic tac, yeah, yeah Think I might die a bachelor, yeah, yеah All of that gossip, fuck what you heard, yeah, yeah Two Pеrc' tens, my words on slurred, yeah, yeah She bad to you, I gave her the curve Bad to you, that bitch got swerved Nigga want a feature, better bring that verse Fuck these hoes 'cause the gang come first Death on the dash, young nigga gon' flirt How you get shot by a man with a purse? Jackie Chan chopstick, three-round burst We skip the funeral, put 'em on shirts Whole lotta drugs 'cause the pain keeps hurting Tokyo Drift, driving in reverse Home is where the heart is, my shit gloom .45 on me like it's glue .45 on me like tattoo Shawty your bitch may hurt my boo Feel like Drake, at hooters with a hooter Shawty, she bad 'cause she fine and thick Stare at lil' mama like who is you Hands in the air, this a stickup Put 'em up high like a dick up I throw that money, she pick up Go in my room and she lick up Hiccup, hiccup She suck me up 'til she hiccup Nigga want a show, that's big bucks Stacking that money, I get up Try to backstab me, I flip the script Stupid lil' bitch, we sipping on 'script I ain't got time for you and your lip Talking down on me, down this ditch Way too impatient for all that chit chat I'm in this shit with an AK bicked back All these niggas ain't even got a big strap I'm in this shit, blow your back with a big gat Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Indigo) (Okay, Embasin, whatever) Yeah, push the pedal, 220 my dash Push the pedal, 220 my dash Push the pedal, 220 my dash Push the pedal, 220 my dash Push the pedal, 220 my dash Push the pedal, 220 my dash Push the pedal, 220 my dash Push the pedal, 220 my dash Push the pedal, 220 my dash Push the pedal, 220 my dash Push the pedal, 220 my dash, yeah, yeah Push the pedal, 220 my dash Push the pedal, 220 my dash Push the pedal, 220 my dash Big racks, going shopping at Saks Big shot hit light for the static Chopper hit like lightning for the static These niggas, they don't even matter These bitches don't even matter Fill your whole body up with matter Black plague, I'm a walking disaster I done came in this shit for the [?] And I'll leave you here after I'ma shine bright like my diamonds I'ma shine bright like my diamonds I'ma shine bright like my diamonds, yeah I'ma shine bright like my diamonds I'ma shine bright like my diamonds I'ma shine bright like my diamonds, yeah, yeah I'ma shine bright like my diamonds I'ma shine bright like my diamonds I'ma shine bright like my diamonds, yeah, yeah, yeah I'ma shine bright like my diamonds I'ma shine bright like my diamonds I'ma shine bright like my diamonds, yeah, yeah Get slimed like a Gemini two-faced Hundreds came in with the suitcase These niggas get washed like toothpaste, yeah, yeah Broke-ass nigga, you need cheesecake Buddy, you ain't even no cheapskate You ain't got money to pay for your own plate, yeah, yeah, yeah Said that she wanna go bowling I took the bitch out to Cascade, she wanna roll blade, yeah, yeah, yeah After that, go back to the crib, shawty, she down with the roleplay Got her all dressed like [?] yeah, yeah Sitting sideways on my driveway I'm the one like I'm just kickstanding And the styro got me kickstand The styro got me kickstand And the styro got me kickstand And the styro got me stiff, yeah, yeah, yeah Then gravity came, got mixed in Then gravity came, got mixed in Then gravity came, got mixed in, yeah, yeah And the styro got me kickstand And the styro got me kickstand And the styro got me kickstand, yeah, yeah Then gravity came, got mixed in Then gravity came, got mixed in Then gravity came, got mixed in, yeah, yeah Pull up and your ho go missing My niggas don't wanna war These niggas gon' sign a petition, yeah, yeah I came with a big ol' stick That chopper, that FN rip That karma, forgot a grip, yeah, yeah, yeah These niggas, they always snitch These niggas, they Crime Stoppers Probably give the feds a tip, yeah, yeah I'm at Follies, give your ho a tip She dancing up on this dick She slobbing up on this tip, yeah, yeah Keep a hammer, big stick Keep a hammer, big pistol And that shit came with stick, yeah, yeah Sleezy like a salesman I could sell water to the motherfucking ocean, yeah, yeah, yeah All of my niggas going in All of my niggas want it Bitch, I'm hungry, so we want it Baby, I'm a real bounty hunter but still wanted From Letras Mania