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(ELI, ELI, ELI, ELI) See, my nigga be trappin' out abandoned buildings We servin' that shit to the tenants See, we both tryna go ahead and make a million, we just got some different agendas When I fly to the city, I move like ghost We tryna just go to the dentist They don't know me and Twin independent I ain't gon' see my Twin in a minute, it's crazy See I'm out in L.A. on different occasions, I walk in the label like Reed (Reed) I got a bitch in the back, in the back of the Maybach, she fuckin' up all of my teeth I just go fuck up the mall and I leave I got the paper up all up in my jeans I can't fuck with thеse niggas, they ain't keep it G I ain't pay for that lil' bitty bitch, she a frеak Walk in the house full of junkies and we got a bag full of paraphernalia I got a nigga done rappin', my nigga done trappin', he nun' but a killer He make a nigga sing like Bryson Tiller, I tell ya Pay the shooters and build a rebellion Break it down and you get to the sellin' (Get to the sellin') For them niggas it's no tellin' (No tellin') And I can't even fuck with you niggas, you niggas is sweet like some Skittles I get that work from the plug and my dawg always some' like the man in the middle You ain't fuckin' with me, nigga shut up I ain't takin' them pictures and photos I get racks in this shit on the low-low Letras de cancionesI really ride with the sticks in the four-door I really ride in the whip with the semi I really ride until these niggas kill me You know how I feel about losin' my feelings Might fuck all the rap and go back to the dealin' shit Look independent, I tell ya Break it to pieces, then bag it and mail it Judgin' by it she tryna send some to heaven Look at the ice on my wrist and my face, I baguette it, we get it, we get it, we get 'em All this paper might send him a message (Send him a message) For them niggas it's no tellin' (No tellin') All this Molly won't heal all the stress (Heal all the stress) Neither will all this dope dealin' (Dope dealin') I be shakin' this cold feelin' (Cold feelin') I been tryna make more millions Ain't no time for a hater Might get the Hellcat and see niggas later, I tell ya Wasn't supposed to see bro on the news (On the news) We catch a nigga and we let it boom (We let it boom) , I tell ya Freshest that came out the tomb (Came out the tomb), I tell ya My niggas clear out the room (Clear out the—, clear out the—) See I'm in this space on my own, I don't need all the fame, I'm just scared of this ghost I ain't see my dawg in a minute, he makin' parole and we makin' a toast (Toast) From Letras Mania