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Uh, uh This shit no pen, no pad (Denaro, where the love at?) Uh, let's go I get the pack and I beat it, I beat it, beat it, beat it, uh Too much drink and I make yo bitch eat it I slide with the baby K, I'm undefeated (Brrt, yeah) I'm undefeated Play with my gang, make yo ass need a deacon I'll make your ass need a deacon Put loads in them drums, and your block, yeah, we beat it I get the pack and I beat it, I beat it, beat it, beat it, uh Too much drink and I make yo bitch eat it I slide with the baby K, I'm undefeated (Brrt, yeah) I'm undefeated Play with my gang, make yo ass need a deacon I'll make your ass need a deacon Put loads in them drums, and your block, yeah, we beat it Beat it, beat it, beat it .556 Michael Jackson, yeah, I make you beat it I got big racks in them Glocks when you see me High-speed, the narc's can't stop in the Hemi Uh, nah I can't stop in the Hemi Late-night creepin', I slide with them gremlins Letras de cancionesBarrels and bodies, you know we got plenty Bitch, this a drac', I ain't tuckin' no semi They stealin' my style, so I had to switch it up I got the juice like a sippy cup Uh, I hit this bitch from the back and I told the ho get it up Run up on me, ambulance gon' pick ya up Huh, uh, yeah, they gon' pick ya up Uh, bad ass nigga makin' plays out a steamer truck I had no choice but to get it up (Trap) Let's go I get the pack and I beat it, I beat it, beat it, beat it, uh Too much drink and I make yo bitch eat it I slide with the baby K, I'm undefeated (Brrt, yeah) I'm undefeated Play with my gang, make yo ass need a deacon I'll make your ass need a deacon Put loads in them drums, and your block, yeah, we beat it I get the pack and I beat it, I beat it, beat it, beat it, uh Too much drink and I make yo bitch eat it I slide with the baby K, I'm undefeated (Brrt, yeah) I'm undefeated Play with my gang, make yo ass need a deacon I'll make your ass need a deacon Put loads in them drums, and your block, yeah, we beat it Go, go, go, go, let's go Lay in the bushes, aim in through the scope Wait on this fuck nigga to walk out the door Made millions off rap, what I look sellin' dope? Most valuable player, boy, go ask your ho Two to the chest and one to the head and that's when we fled when he hit the floor Do I get along with rappers? No But ask the trappers 'bout me, bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T Whole lotta motherfuckin' ice 'round my throat Business meeting with the plug on the boat Bad Puetro Rican bitch need some blow She too fine, but I don't trust a ho She drinkin' wine and I poured me a four She called her friend, now I'm fuckin' 'em both (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Clutchin' my Glock while they both give me sloppy Seven figures at the stash house in Raleigh Nothin' but choppas at the house in Bartlett (Yeah-yeah) We ride in Hellcats, not no motherfuckin' Harleys Trust nobody 'cause I'm cold-hearted My young nigga Big Unccc, bitch, he the hardest Let's go I get the pack and I beat it, I beat it, beat it, beat it, uh Too much drink and I make yo bitch eat it I slide with the baby K, I'm undefeated (Brrt, yeah) I'm undefeated Play with my gang, make yo ass need a deacon I'll make your ass need a deacon Put loads in them drums, and your block, yeah, we beat it I get the pack and I beat it, I beat it, beat it, beat it, uh Too much drink and I make yo bitch eat it I slide with the baby K, I'm undefeated (Brrt, yeah) I'm undefeated Play with my gang, make yo ass need a deacon I'll make your ass need a deacon Put loads in them drums, and your block, yeah, we beat it From Letras Mania