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Yeah, shit I done done so much for the streets that, shit (Authentic or nothin') I really had to start lookin' at myself and start doin' for me, so (Ayy, yo, Ran, turn that up) Six bales, I got 'em for retail I got a bad bitch, I put her in a V12, yeah, yeah Stick with a drum, my boy, he a drummer If that nigga touchin' the dope He ain't no boss, he a runner, uh I just dropped about a thousand dollars in this cup Anytime my bitch get down, tell her shop 'cause I'm up I got one, two, three shooters with four-fives by they guts If she done with me, Buddha, ain't no lie, I'm gon' re-up Made a hundred K off one song, I done did so much I made a hundred K off one phone, I ain't talkin' clothes, off white though I tell you no lie, I got the streets for real (Yeah, for real) And as long as I'm out, my niggas gon' eat for real, hey Get jugged on the move, don't call back Don't like how I move, fall back I can't fuck with a bitch 'less she all that Never gave her the name when she call that Let her play with them racks, Serena Disappear on that cat, Sabrina I ball on these niggas, arena Serve a nigga a pack, subpoena, yeah Letras de cancionesStayed down, goin' all the way Stacked my pennies and took the harder way Watch your move, that's all I say He just got out, but he call today Six bales, I got 'em for retail I got a bad bitch, I put her in a V12, yeah, yeah Stick with a drum, my boy, he a drummer If that nigga touchin' the dope He ain't no boss, he a runner, uh I just dropped about a thousand dollars in this cup Anytime my bitch get down, tell her shop 'cause I'm up I got one, two, three shooters with four-fives by they guts If she done with me, Buddha, ain't no lie, I'm gon' re-up I got fishscale, hey, I move my wrist well Don't drop no salt up on no nigga, I'm a big player Cuzzo callin' on my phone, they ordered six bales Fuck on a groupie just like Lucci, tell her wish me well Got them bricks tucked in the V12, I think I broke 'bout three scales Used to have that bang up in my trunk, bitch, I got three twelves Don't like no loud bitches, told her keep it on the DL You wanna be my bitch, then play your part, lil' ho, just be still She say she done with me Stop playin', bitch, come have fun with me The streets, they honor me Tryna fuck, you gotta come discree, ayy When I run the streets Lil' bitch, I keep that gun on me Yeah, that drum on me Every time my son with me, yeah, yeah, yeah Six bales, I got 'em for retail I got a bad bitch, I put her in a V12, yeah, yeah Stick with a drum, my boy, he a drummer If that nigga touchin' the dope He ain't no boss, he a runner, uh I just dropped about a thousand dollars in this cup Anytime my bitch get down, tell her shop 'cause I'm up I got one, two, three shooters with four-fives by they guts If she done with me, Buddha, ain't no lie, I'm gon' re-up Six digits put in her account Bought her Birkin and she need a big amount Trickin' who? Nah, she deserve it I get head in traffic while a nigga swervin' Shit all cap 'til you show it I feel like I'm the realest nigga doin' it I'm big up, any nigga know it Tryna keep up, nigga, don't blow it Got them racks and put that jet up in the hangar Had a threesome with some model and a singer (Yeah, yeah) She a lil' freak, he tryna marry her, I ain't tryna change her She gon' answer to "freak bitch," bool, whatever I name her You gotta stay solid, nigga, don't you ever change up I done shed tears thinkin' 'bout the way that I done came up I just wanted the bag, so how I became famous? The system tried to fail a nigga, you can't blame us Six bales, I got 'em for retail I got a bad bitch, I put her in a V12, yeah, yeah Stick with a drum, my boy, he a drummer If that nigga touchin' the dope He ain't no boss, he a runner, uh I just dropped about a thousand dollars in this cup Anytime my bitch get down, tell her shop 'cause I'm up I got one, two, three shooters with four-fives by they guts If she done with me, Buddha, ain't no lie, I'm gon' re-up From Letras Mania