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I be in the hood, got good attendance Bad bitch, she do fitness Scratch that nigga off my hit list (Scratch) I'm in the field with my hit stick He want a pint, I'ma hit his shit (Come on) Pop him and get rid of the witnesses (Bitch) He survived, this nigga at the clinic again (How?) Found me some Act' now I'm sippin' again (Shh) Fuck that shit, I ain't followin' trends (Bitch) So many shots, better hope that he live (Damn) 'Bout to go viral, put it on live (Put it on live) So deep in the streets I probably could dive All of these drugs, I probably could die Shit, I probably could fly (Shh) I don't need a scale 'cause I got a good eye R.I.P. to that nigga, goodbye (R.I.P.) Shittin' on niggas and I ain't even tryin' Creep up, he got caught by surprise (Creep up) Speed up, I just caught a nigga on the live (Skrrt) Gotta be up 'cause I got a bank play at five Be in the Demon, this ain't a regular Dodge (Demon) Niggas be cappin', it's all a facade (Cap) Pull up on the side, pimp his ride (Bah, bah, bah) Damn, how he still alive? (Damn) Letras de cancionesI be in the hood, got good attendance Bad bitch, she do fitness Scratch that nigga off my hit list (Scratch) I'm in the field with my hit stick He want a pint, I'ma hit his shit (Come on) Pop him and get rid of the witnesses (Bitch) He survived, this nigga at the clinic again (How?) Found me some Act' now I'm sippin' again (Shh) I be in the hood, got good attendance Bad bitch, she do fitness Scratch that nigga off my hit list (Scratch) I'm in the field with my hit stick He want a pint, I'ma hit his shit (Come on) Pop him and get rid of the witnesses (Bitch) He survived, this nigga at the clinic again (How?) Found me some Act' now I'm sippin' again (Shh) Man, this nigga must've prayed up to God Man, how the fuck is he still makin' post? They like, "Damn, Teejay bought a Ghost" No, it's a rental, but I got enough for it though Yeah, and I got enough for a boat Can't fuck with this bitch, I got money on the floor We had to re-up, so I bought some more ammo I'm at the spot, posted, just like a scarecrow Off-White sneakers and it came with the arrow SRT, nigga, fuck a Camero Hittin' your bitch, I done fucked her hair up Pourin' this drank, I done fucked my clothes up Heard they stealin', I'ma fuck them ho's up Ain't worried 'bout shit 'cause I got my pole tucked I don't wanna talk, I'm anti-social Fucked up wig, I can see her [?] I be in the hood, got good attendance Bad bitch, she do fitness Scratch that nigga off my hit list (Scratch) I'm in the field with my hit stick He want a pint, I'ma hit his shit (Come on) Pop him and get rid of the witnesses (Bitch) He survived, this nigga at the clinic again (How?) Found me some Act' now I'm sippin' again (Shh) From Letras Mania