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Any nigga mean muggin' gon' be target practice She's a roller, she be fuckin' all the rappers Capper, I just put scuff marks on my Forgiatos (Diego) Look at my wrist, bitch, I clearly just won the lotto (Bankroll) Fully auto, gave him smokey off Gelato You seen my interviews? I am not no role model This F&N does not fit with Foamposites My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted He really brainless, he came in with no knowledge A mud sipper, I ain't never been to college Ain't got the timе to say you should've went to rob me Thе type of nigga get his fingernails polished My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted Don't blink wrong, it's a split your dome party Look at my wrist, I ain't seein' no problems If we pull up on the scene, you done dada My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted Don't blink wrong, it's a split your dome party Look at my wrist, I ain't seein' no problems If we pull up on the scene, you done dada Shit, nigga, my shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted, nigga (Chrome-hearted, Pressa) If we pull up on the scene, you done dada (Yeah) Put the switch on the Glock, fully auto (Auto) Put exotic in the jet like Ralo (Ralo) Letras de cancionesTSA and I'm feelin' like Apollo Bricks comin' in, goin' out by tomorrow, lil' nigga Keep a Drac' in the city like I'm Aubrey Hah, how much niggas 'round me caught a body Beat go crazy, who that? Bankroll Got It Bitch, I feel like Bobby 'cause I'm shootin' up this lobby Fuckin' with me, we on your neck, we on your collar See how this glizzy have a bitch nigga crawlin', hah We was hangin' out the window, we was wildin' Chop go crazy, made a million in the 'partments Tell you how live, Glock by the rib FN XD with the SIG Crodie shootin' out with the pigs Livin' with the junkie in the trap, she need a fix I show you how to turn an eighteen to a thirty-six My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted Don't blink wrong, it's a split your dome party Look at my wrist, I ain't seein' no problems If we pull up on the scene, you done dada My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted Don't blink wrong, it's a split your dome party Look at my wrist, I ain't seein' no problems If we pull up on the scene, you done dada Shit, nigga, my shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted, nigga If we pull up on the scene, you done dada From Letras Mania