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Yeah, Ferragamo white Tee Niggas OD, comin' through blastin' (Yeah) Rick Owens my feet, too exaggerated, nigga stop gassin' (Yeah, yeah) You ain't really like that, blow your city up, nigga start laughin' (Haha) Yeah, niggas too goofy, beat a nigga ass, niggas old fashion (Yeah, yeah) You are not goin' nigga, niggas not piped, DC everlasting (What?) Reporting Live From The Gutta, niggas too lit, live broadcasting What, woah, what, what? Aye, hahaha Hold on, posted up My niggas really found yo' crib and they posted up .45's in the back room on that dro shit Ain't no surprise, I'm in the bathroom smokin' dope, bitch Yes, bro, take a guess, bro, hit yo' head, bro I'm next, bro, go check my escrow, that's easy flex, ho It don't matter if you got a motherfuckin' vest, bro This headshot just pop him in his face, that's instant death, bro Yeah, fuck what he say, he gettin' peeled (Yuh) You wanna race? A young nigga dipped I'm in that P100, that's the deal (Yeah) Like it'd get critical, nigga My young niggas still going digital, nigga Letras de cancionesGot a P.E. bitch, it got physical, nigga Send my young niggas out to get rid of you niggas Um, like that's a bet, bro I just got seven zeroes on my motherfuckin' check, bro I'm really cashing out, my Chinese bitch gon' whip a nigga eggroll This lil' bitty bitch got blessed (Yessir) You better knuck if you buck Lil bitch, it's up, a nigga said so Like I said, fuck that boy, he a pussy, he tryna start fights with the gang (Yeah) I'm a demon, lil' bro, we are nowhere the same I woke up and I'm running straight, right to the bank I got gold on my body, bitch, I'm Ja Morant Then I pull off, skrt, I might slide in a tank, nigga, on gang I just walked in, they like "There go Daij" Like hold up, bitch, get out my face, sheesh (Yeah) Hold on, posted up (What?) My niggas really found yo' crib and they posted up (Skrt) .45's in the back room on that dro shit Ain't no surprise, I'm in the bathroom smokin' dope, bitch (What, what?) Yes, bro, take a guess, bro, hit yo' head, bro (Boom-boom-boom) I'm next, bro, go check my escrow, that's easy flex, ho It don't matter if you got a motherfuckin' vest, bro This headshot just pop him in his face, that's instant death, bro (What, what, what, what? Donny) I don't gotta trip 'bout no check 'cause I know that I'm really up (Yuh) Go ask Brandon, we just made a milli', huh (Let's go) We in Hollywood hills, what's the dealie, bruh? (Yuh) Like if there's a list of the greats, I'ma be on it I got a brand new Hellcat with a D on it I got these VVS diamonds right up on my motherfuckin' neck, watch a young nigga ski on it And she keep crawling back, I just fuck and that's that I'm in the stu' and I'm smoking on thrax Hellcat all black, bitch, yeah, hold up, get back, bitch (What?) You touching my style? Don't do that, bitch And my bitch, she a [?] she a classic I'm out back and I need me a bad bitch, facts, bitch (Woo) Hold on, posted up (Bitch) My niggas really found yo' crib and they posted up .45's in the back room on that dro shit (Aye) Ain't no surprise, I'm in the bathroom smokin' dope, bitch Yes, bro, take a guess, bro, hit yo' head, bro (Yessir) I'm next, bro, go check my escrow, that's easy flex, ho It don't matter if you got a motherfuckin' vest, bro (Yeah) This headshot just pop him in his face, that's instant death, bro (Boom) From Letras Mania