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Banger Young new world, young new wave Woah, woah, woah DJ on the beat, so it's a banger Ay, drip drop big drip Dropping when I'm steppin' in I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends Keep a MAC-11 on me Dumb hitters gon' spinna benz Keep tryna play with the gang, that's how your story gon' end Ay, wait, tell them all boys that slime will go Ay, go, hey, go, hey Why they big mad at lil' bro Uh, woah, hey Gucci, Fendi I rock designer clothes Ay, no, hey No, don't need security my dawg, I pose Poised in Gucci, man Might have to go super sane Run up on me you get hit Couple shots to your brain Hop out wit it, hop out get it No lil' pump gotta scream your ass get it My hitters got good aim Letras de cancionesPower up young mega main They giving out free smoke Come get this nigga tame Oh Lord, oh Lord Get yourself outta there Shots to his door Pistol packin', yeah, we really really bout it Sittin' heavy, yeah, we is really really bout it Slime said take out the opps If you was really real about it We keep a rockstar vibe, that's a fact Hop out, uh, Gucci, Louis, Fendi bag Ay, drip drop big drip Dropping when I'm steppin' in I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends Keep a MAC-11 on me Dumb hitters gon' spinna benz Keep tryna play with the gang, that's how your story gon' end Ay, wait, tell them all boys that slime will go Ay, go, hey, go, hey Why they big mad at lil' bro Uh, woah, hey Gucci, Fendi I rock designer clothes (NLE the Top Shotta) Ay, no, hey No, don't need security my dawg, I pose (Ayy) Don't need security because I'm securin' me Don't think you hearin me turn on my earrings Niggas gon mirror me, won't interfere with me Chain all purity, see that see that shit clearly Designer rockin' a five in my pocket I go for the score and you niggas can't block it I'm coming like Dragić, ballin' be my hobby I stop all this talkin' and get you a body Before you get bodied They had a body charge me with a body Man go beat the body Damn that's somebody get calamari And hot toddies on molly right Pull up in the Mazi in the Bay like Mozzy I post with my posse we slidin' like hockey Couple of females that post in the lobby I walk past and they screamin' out papi I said the trends the city gon' trend me 'Posed to condemn me but they gon' envy Can't keep it friendly niggas don't list me Drive on the 10 speed let out bout 20 We pullin' out the lot straight drop We poppin', poppin', poppin' You said what about the opps They body drop they droppin' I miss the diamonds and drip with the cheddar My team speakin' different like they were Rosseta I thought a nigga knew better You can't mix the glizzy and the choppas with the Beretta's Say he a stepper but I keep this metal I'd rather go federal 'fore i go medical Mind over matter (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) My bars they metaphors I told the police that I'm just a rapper Ay, drip drop big drip Dropping when I'm steppin' in I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends Keep a MAC-11 on me Dumb hitters gon' spinna benz Keep tryna play with the gang, that's how your story gon' end Ay, wait, tell them all boys that slime will go Ay, go, hey, go, hey Why they big mad at lil bro Uh, woah, hey Gucci, Fendi I rock designer clothes Ay, no, hey No, don't need security my dawg, I pose From Letras Mania