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(Shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo) Yeah Maxo, A$AP Maxo, A$AP Momma prayin' that I leave the streets alone Preacher prayin' that I leave the reefer 'lone I'm just gettin' money, leave the beef alone But I'm out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE Throw up my set, they get upset They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats I'm bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet I start to cursin' like Tourette's or like Sheck Wes (Fuck, shit, bitch) Two-toned AP, Richards, Patеks, bust down my neck (Hey) Diamond VV, water Fiji (Drill), floodеd with baguettes Beretta, Draco, TECs (Yeah) Kream my clique but Crip my set Persona money gang, I rep (Hey, hey, break it down) Up and stuck like elevator, all my niggas take the steps Sprung my ankle, broke my toe Reppin' and steppin' for my bro (Hey) Flexin', cappin' for them hoes Kicked doors, we crash like Geico (Hey, hey) Carbon rifle, now that pussy bleedin' like he on a cycle Forgiato (Woah), choppin' blade (Woah), speedin' (Woah), Maxo Michael Myers (Yeah) Letras de cancionesRappin', trappin', what I do Shaggy, Daphne with Scooby-Doo (Vroom) Ship double up, sip double cups Plugs on drugs, I serve, distribute I know she stressed, told my momma, "I can never leave the streets alone" Daddy Yankee with that gasolina, I serve reggaetón (Maxo, Maxo) Momma prayin' that I leave the streets alone Preacher prayin' that I leave the reefer 'lone I'm just gettin' money, leave the beef alone But I'm out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE Throw up my set, they get upset They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats I'm bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet I start to cursin' like Tourette's or like Sheck Wes (Fuck, shit, bitch, woo) They on my head, won't break a sweat She let me hit it on the reg', then popped up preg' My flow be raw just like some sex with no protection Broke up with that ho through text, that bitch was vex Onto the next I can't trust a ho, that's why I sleep alone Niggas out here strugglin', they need a loan Call me Meagan Good, my money Nia Long But I'm out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah, woah, there he go (Woah-woah) Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah, woah, there he go (Woah-woah, woah) Came up out the hood, can't leave the streets alone 'Cause I'm out here thuggin' and my tee VLONE Throw up my set, they get upset They comin' at me indirect, they sendin' threats I'm bussin' out, live in effect, no Internet I start to cursin' like Tourette's or like Sheck Wes (Fuck, shit, bitch, yeah) From Letras Mania