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(Ayy, Nas, this that wave) Ooh, ooh Huh Me and your bitch gon' have sex if she look me in my eyes Me and your ho just met, already on Valentine You and your niggas gettin' left, huh, me and mines gettin' right Nick a nigga in his neck with this nasty-ass nine Pop a Perc', throw up my set, hang the yopper out the ride I can't give a fan no hug if they don't understand my 5 They don't understand my side, they don't understand my pride Me and my niggas out for blood, you and your niggas 'bout to die I can't show a nigga love, he ain't ready for to slide Said I can't show a nigga love if he ain't ready for to slide He ain't turnt up like me, he ain't on tip like I Get a burnt-up white tee, get to fucking with my squad Ooh, ooh, ooh-woo I had an attitude problem, yeah, stay angry, huh Get your bitch booty naked, go May-May, huh Keep a stick on my person, ain't for play-play Keep a brick or two, we workin', got that yay-yay I might fly your BM out with her lyin' ass Fuck 'round, stuff a script in her fine ass AR got an army issue clip, where you find that? Ain't get that bitch from Action Impact, that's on 5 'nem Letras de cancionesFew of my niggas got them CC-dubs, why we ridin' with em Few of my niggas don't, but on God, still on sight with 'em We'll shoot you up if you want it or fight with you Lately I ain't had no time for it, got them pipes on us Pack this bitch up, huh, light this bitch up, huh This ain't no stick-up, huh, but them sticks up, ooh He stuck with the beacoup face, he got his bitch fucked, huh Got her picked up, yeah, she ate the dick up Y'all don't spin no blocks, spend no money, y'all don't spend nothin' She get dick, we get on y'all ass and we get money Always tryna flip something, a nigga or his pickup The ho gon' give me head 'til she half-dead and got the hiccups I ain't got no problem with you, but I still up a chopper on you You gotta play by Sada 'nem rules, wild man, hit a nigga with a bottle, he through Stick his bottle up, get to sockin' on dude Get rich, follow up, get to firin' on dude Then I'ma take a hoodrat right to the room Can't no lame nigga fuck up my mood, woo Keep the party going like it's Mardi Gras Got the flamethrower, made him body dog I was mindin' my motherfuckin' business, I wasn't even tryna bother y'all I ain't scared of you, nigga, not at all I ain't sparin' you, gang tied it off Put a fare on you, we gon' round it off To the nearest thousand, then knock you off Get 2K, we drop you off Still shoot your mans, he not involved Sell 8-balls look like cotton balls Tell my fiend I'm gettin' off Ain't none of them got no fentanyl I could never rip 'em off Them motherfuckers got my people rich off dog, duh Pop a Perc', throw up my set, hang the yopper out the ride I can't give a fan no hug if they don't understand my 5 They don't understand my side, they don't understand my pride Me and my niggas out for blood, you and your niggas 'bout to die I can't show a nigga love, he ain't ready for to slide Said I can't show a nigga love if he ain't ready for to slide He ain't turnt up like me, he ain't on tip like I Get a burnt-up white tee, get to fucking with my squad Ooh, ooh, ooh-woo From Letras Mania