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Uh-oh You say you affiliated but you never caught one It's body counts around this bitch and you ain't got one On the sucker's side with this fully ridin' shotgun And I been prayin' for a long time, it beat that hot one They be like "Damn, homie," yeah They took your chain and you ain't blam, homie? What the fuck wrong with you dudes? I got this stick in my sweater Play with glicky, no jammin' Throw on my hoodie, no cameras I poured a brick in this Fanta, then pour it out for the dead ones I get your big dawg beheaded Ayy, that's on Jesus we steppin' Landlord on the necklace I put on for the section, it ain't no second guessing Could've lost my life in these trenches, was given second chances, yeah Nigga, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up Fuck I look like laid up? How you think we came up? All that gangster shit that nigga's poppin', mostly made up My bitch, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster Letras de cancionesShit, clan we flamed up Fully when I yank somethin' Nigga play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up I got milli's on milli's Haha to the bank like it's silly This P-hat don't stand for Philly This shit Piru, do you feel me? This shit forever, it's with me Slime business, it's sticky My life a movie, need Emmy's I slide with it on me, don't tempt me I got a problem, I know it And I ain't 'fraid to show it I sip the drank like it's water I fucked her raw, I be hoin' My true colors be showin' That shit red, it be glowin' You hardly hood, you ain't gangster, bitch, your hood disown you (Uh-oh) You hop on the 'Gram and talk that shit My niggas in the street, they spark that shit The loudest man in the room get off When you grew up in the streets, you was taught that shit You ain't from the streets, never walked that shit Or the P or the B, you know fall for it The game don't know you, you soft as shit Take his chain, fuck his bitch The Lamborghini, yeah, I bought that bitch Nine with a thirty on it and I brought this bitch Spit on the dick, toot it up from the back Beat your ass-crack, yeah, I taught that bitch I buy her bags so often, her look can't be real, man, I bought this bitch Pop-pop-pop-pop you for a nigga chain, I'ma have to spark this bitch Nigga, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up Fuck I look like laid up? How you think we came up? All that gangster shit that nigga's poppin' mostly made up My bitch, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster Shit, clan we flamed up Fully when I yank somethin' Nigga play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up From Letras Mania