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(Shoutout 808Melo) We goin' New York on this Go (4PF), yeah I made six hunnid on Rece, y'all could blame the epidemic I spent five thousand on fleeces, came from wearin' Akademiks If it ain't weed, then I'm against it I keep drums, shoutout the Pistons Won't fall out 'bout shit, we bros 'Cause I'm the one more than D-Rose The shit was kinda off, nigga, we on Chrome Heart leather, hoodie by VLONE Imagine what I made, just off my name I ain't into saving, spend it all on the gang Still catchin' cases, give a fuck about fame Cross that line, fuck nigga gettin' paintеd Damn near died, 010, 09 One fifty to thе lawyer, help a nigga get back Fuck 'em by the two, these hoes get mad Used to wear Trues, bitches think I'm lyin' Ain't flew commercial, everything G5 See me in person, yeah, bitch, get back Ain't got it on me, ho still'll get smacked Hard for me to focus, I'm from the streets When it come to drugs, got what you need Turntest in the city, come sign to me Letras de cancionesRight or wrong, they ride with me Chops and Fs, no, not with me Hard for me to focus, I'm from the bottom Won't fuck shit, bitch, not no model 4 Pockets Full, me, Baby, and Rylo Pull up on Sparks, North Memphis with Gotti Gave bro thirty, talkin' 'bout he a driver Kill or be killed, all he know is survival Think she turnt, bitch fuckin' an opp' Don't shit slide, bitch still'll get dropped Give me that gun, that's all I need (Uh) I see a opp, he gon' O-D (Grrt, baow) I took a Perky, fallin' asleep (Uh) I see mad money in my dreams All these real niggas in my team (Uh) Jerry, don't share no lean This is the truth, uh (This is the truth) I call up bitches, they come in a group (They do, baow, yeah) I got rich and I got the juice (Look, bitch, uh) This is a two-door coupe (Skrrt) Watch how I move on through (Uh) I need a new Porsche too (Skrrt, I need a new Porsche too, uh) Yeah, they gotta watch how I'm doin' things Got a mover with me, he be movin' things Got a shooter with me, he be shootin' things (Brrt) If I see a opp, my whole mood'll change (Baow) That is old drip, you need a newer chain (That is old drip, you need a newer chain) They throwin' shots, but they missin' (Baow) Should take them niggas to the shootin' range (Baow) This is way too elite (Huh), she tryna suck me out of my sleep It cost a hundred K for these seats (Uh, skrrt) I bulletproofed the whole Jeep (Grrt) She want me to go deep (Uh), them niggas is police (What?) She want me to go deep (Huh? Huh?), them niggas is police (Uh, yeah) I get money, that's all I need (I need) I sip Henny, not lean (Nah) I take meds, it's not codeine (Codeine) One more Perc' and I might O-D (O-D) No, my daddy ain't raised no ho (No hoe) I get ho shit off my sleeve (Bah) Pay no attentions to these hoes (Bah) 'Cause these hoes ain't payin' me, ah (Bah, bah, bah-bah-bah-bah) Huh? Uh, we number one, we the topic (Uh, uh) You lil' niggas is toxic and we do not listen to gossip (Uh) Uh (Nah), I go Su Young with this chopstick (Grrt, bah) Or Buju with this 'matic And I'm a bad boy, movin' tactic (Uh, uh) New Glock-9 came plastic (New Glock-9 came) New bad bitch, fantastic (New bad bitch) Real bougie bitch that like her ass kissed (Real bougie bitch like her) I took eighty to Eric Da Jeweler to buss out my AP and buss out my glasses New AP on freeze, nigga, say, "Cheese," when a nigga flashin' From Letras Mania