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And I got shooters that'll shoot (Guess they in they feelings, bruh) When you live by the gun, you live by them rules If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you (Let's get it) Blame what I went through Soon as I get up out of bed, I grab my Glock, make sure it's cocked One in the head, I'm paranoid Wish I was not, wish it would stop But it won't, can't trust a bitch and fuck an opp That show I think, that's how I move, that's how I rock (Uh) Shout out my block Man, we don't respect you, boy, you talk to cops (You talk to cops) I just bought a brand new Draco, thirty shots (Grrr) Oh, and a mop, and a helicop' (Grrr) That's a chop (Grrr) Extra bullets in my socks just in case it's up (It's up, it's up) Armed and dangerous (Huh) Man, don't play with us (Man, don't play with us) We really rich, y'all really broke, fuck you gon' say to us? (Fuck you gon' say to us?) Tell that man come get his bitch, she tryna stay with us (Ooh) And I'm off that cognac (Huh) Brand new piece, got it from Luxe, look how they froze that (VVS) Still spendin' money from 2016, bet they ain't know that (Know that) They said I was broke, check my account, fuck am I broke at? Yeah, snow that I'm the Big Steppa (Huh) Letras de cancionesThe big red, the big head (RedLyfe) Ten niggas, that's ten glizzy's with ten legs (Grr, grr, grr) Pillow talkin' niggas, all in a bitch bed (Hoe) Don't tell me about no hoe, fuck what a bitch said (Hoe) Y'all be on that he say, she say shit too much Man, go get a buck (Man, go get a buck) If your money low then get it up (Get it up) Stop all that whinin' shit, stop all that bitchin' up (Pussy) You wanna be rich or what? You wanna die broke or live it up? And I got shooters that'll shoot When you live by the gun, you live by them rules If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you Blame what I went through Fuck love, tough love, that's all I knew And when they count me out, I count my money too Sippin' on some shit that got my head goin' And if that nigga end up dead, it's probably 'cause he was dead wrong Livin' good but still could pull up in that 'Rari in the hood (Skrr, skrr, skrr) No bodyguards, just a couple shooters that will bend your hood (Grr, grr, baow) Mob shit and we ain't never on no star shit Just parked up with a couple niggas that will park shit (Grrr) Lookin' like a target but I'm cautious (Uh-huh) We not tryna end ya life so don't start shit (No, don't that) Big Royce with the stars look like a starship (Ooh, ooh) .380, lil' baby on me, that's my dog shit (That's my dog) I'm the Big Don, the Big Pen, the Big Fish (Big Fish) I'm with ten hitters, that's ten Glocks with ten clips (Grr, grr) They claim they real niggas but they got bitch lips (Mm-hmm) Don't tell me about them niggas, they on some simp shit (Mm-hmm) Man, y'all be on that he say, she say shit too much Man, go get a buck (Man, go get a buck) If your money low then get it up (Get it up) Stop all that whinin' shit, stop all that bitchin' up (Pussy) You wanna be rich or what? You wanna die broke or live it up? And I got shooters that'll shoot When you live by the gun, you live by them rules If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you Blame what I went through Fuck love, tough love, that's all I knew And when they count me out, I count my money too Sippin' on some shit that got my head goin' And if that nigga end up dead, it's probably 'cause he was dead wrong From Letras Mania