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I gotta, I gotta handgun next to the We gotta, we huh, sell a whole thing all down to the- Yeah I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, yeah I gotta handgun next to Drake Say we got spots, huh we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake I said I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, I gotta handgun next to the Drake I said we got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake I would listen to you bout some work but you ain't had none I be in the kitchen whipping work like it's the bad son Trapping till the bands come, servin till my last gone Quarantine with the gleam, rapping with my mask on I put a bag on, I put my hands on em I ain't even got to (huh), that's what the bands for I want a Benz truck, bendin a range Rover All black pulling up, at the wop ask Bob nem I'm that nigga, yeah I'm big dawg, you know I keep squad with me Ain't fearing that nigga I got a rifle and god with me I'm gon take a nigga with me if he slide he Gon die with me And that's if I don't kill em nigga first, talm bout rightously (huh) I'm just tryna take his life quickly I don't like niggas On a bad month run thru a light fifty Big pipes for them backends, see that ice with me (huh) Throw my 5 up them other niggas know what time it is (duh) Letras de cancionesYeah I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, yeah I gotta handgun next to Drake Say We got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake I said I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, I gotta handgun next to the Drake I said we got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake We'll make a snakin nigga never wanna slime again We Gon shoot the extras can't have no niggas chimin in Ain't no nigga bummin thru this bitch unless they tappin in Give a fuck about them fake as world niggas rapping in All my apes aggressive, we don't know shit bout passiveness We get the chance to stretch him, know my niggas gon pass on nem We done been thru that bitch bout 10 times, y'all ain't on shit Baby momma want dick I ate that bitch to get her outta here You on live can't afford war ain't got no choppas there Know I stay on go, niggas been on go ain't no stopping here Big bhop, chop my whole chop, Chop a nigga hair Bust a nigga right in up in his shit I feel like he stared We ain't scared to air a nigga out, on my momma Pop door, tryna air a nigga out like it's too late We on tip I can't spare a nigga now, everybody with me want smoke, I shared him with the squaa hahahaha duh Yeah I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, yeah I gotta handgun next to Drake Say We got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake I said I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, I gotta handgun next to the Drake I said we got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake My nigga Lee, I think we got another one From Letras Mania