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(Well, boys, we hit the Jackpot this time) Yeah (Yeah) Ayy, Hoops Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, trap out a big body Young nigga pull up with sticks, we gon' hit 'bout it Ain't askin' nobody name, man, we shootin' out the real body Ain't askin' no questions, I just come to hit When I'm in the booth, man, I'm droppin' a hit When they make a diss, I'ma get that boy hit My diamonds, they hit, your bitch get hit Nigga, I'ma shoot, I'm a young rich stepper, who the fuck is you? Pull on they block, I got the birds Pull up in that Porsche Panamera and you know what we do We hittin' off the rip, I ain't doin' no talkin' to you Turn that boy just to a ghost like Casper The Lambo or the Urus, which one go faster? I'm all in the club, the Perc' is kickin' my ass I'm boolin' on ZaZa, you know I got gas This not a trick question, you reach for my chain, I'ma blast Bad ass bitch with a fake ass Cookie cocaine, straight glass I got them hitters that blitz and they comin' for nothin' These niggas be snitchin', they droppin' a dime off a dozen Letras de cancionesHit, hit, hit, I got the AR-15 with the glick SRT, mini man ninety, spark at it, book at it, diamonds, the Cartier rich I came up from trappin' and sellin' them bricks Finesse the whole world, you can't have shit How in the fuck did he go and do this? Ice on my bezels, the top of the wrist Two-tone the medal, I rock out and rockstar his bitch Big Draco, baby, you know I'm the shit From Letras Mania