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Mmm, we pull up, we send hot shit Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, ayy (What's the word, C4?) I been stackin', runnin' up them rackies in the trenches With my niggas, fuck the opps, we dump the district I ain't signin' on no-deal, unless they talkin' 'bout some figures Put that bag on top your head, and have your partner come and kill you I know sometimes I be turnt up, they claim they left my homie burnt up Ain't no way we can chill, this [?] will kill and get your head pumped This blicky with me, if it get to fishy we gon' send it up We get busy, I ain't hard to find, you ain't look hard еnough Down bad, I was just down bad on my ass I started with a couple racks, I lost some morе and got them back They grip my homie 'cause the other side was workin' with the feds When I got caught up for them things, they said, "Then go 'round and ask" I be trippin' off them things, I pop the X, get in my bag I don't like totin' normal blicks, all these Glocks got some' attached That bitch go "Brrrt", and that's another nigga, pack cool where I'm at Them nigga's sweet for that Lil Wayne shit that we did, they ain't get back We got the drop on all y'all, I'm just deciding who to whack Lil' bro will pull up and let off a couple shots from out this TEC So we don't sit at restaurants, these niggas mad, I'm in my act We pull up on him, he take off but he ain't faster than this MAC Pour a double cup of coolie, bitchy, I'm litty, opps ain't fuckin' with me Hunnid clip the Drac', the police said we fuckin' up the city Letras de cancionesSince my lil' homie die, go ask the opps, everyday been a killin' Forever we still slidin', I'm with G-Boy, Mr. Go And Get Him Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it We gon' keep on lampin', bitch, that's how you let that pressure hit All my homie like is shootin' dice and shootin' at the bricks Ever since my lil' bro brothers die, he always kept a stick I remember hustlin' and robbin', tryna catch a lick I was out there knee-deep in that field like Colin Kaepernick My lil' snipers, they don't give a fuck, man, they'll whack a bitch I just sent the addy to her DM, now my mansion lit Splatter shit, foenem pop out cussin', let that hammer spit Stingy with my ex, you can't touch this, no MC Hammer shit Always by my lonesome or I'm linkin' up with my savages Think twice 'fore you run-up or my gunnas get to clappin' shit Sundown 'til the sun up, pick a gun up, who you ridin' with? You would think the block a barbershop the way we linin' shit Can't wait for the summer, Glocks with drums, we got all kinds of shit My lil' nigga, he don't got it all, he get to spazzin' quick (Damn, Master) From Letras Mania