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Uh, yeah I ain't poppin' out 'til I got a couple M's sittin' right in my bank account And my family dependin' on me, I'm the one that's gon' make it out I'm so paranoid, I think everybody gonna snake me out I think everybody out to get me now So that's why I'm geeked up off this Henny now Yeah, I'm numbin' the pain, I don't feel it now And I got 'em so mad 'cause I'm winnin' now Yeah, the Glock on my waist, I might air it out Fit it right in my purse, I don't wear it out Make sure the bag matchin' my shoes, they Maison Margiela My chains, I'ma wear 'em all Yeah, this brand-new Birkin can't fit in my closet 'Member Britt gave me them hand-mе-downs Yeah, parasitic, uh, yeah, thesе niggas wanna eat off me I don't really trust niggas, uh, yeah, shout out to Lil Reese Fell in love with this money (This money, this) Yeah, I count it in my sleep Avianne this water (This water, this water) Yeah, he got it from the sea (Yeah) Overthinkin' be killin' me now Grab my ex, put a gun to his mouth Body bag in that bitch, then I'm out Then I leave that shit right at your mama home Letras de cancionesOnly if you knew what I've been through It's some shit I can't tell you, I know (Uh, yeah) Your own homie be jealous and envious, baby, that's how that shit go (Yeah) I ain't poppin' out 'til I got a couple M's sittin' right in my bank account (I ain't poppin' out) And my family dependin' on me, I'm the one that's gon' make it out I'm so paranoid (I'm so paranoid), I think everybody gonna snake me out I think everybody out to get me now So that's why I'm geeked up off this Henny now Yeah, I'm numbin' the pain, I don't feel it now And I got 'em so mad 'cause I'm winnin' now Yeah, the Glock on my waist, I might air it out (This Glock pfft, pfft) Fit it right in my purse, I don't wear it out (I don't wear it out) Make sure the bag matchin' my shoes, they Maison Margiela My chains, I'ma wear 'em all Yeah, this brand-new Birkin can't fit in my closet 'Member Britt gave me them hand-me-downs (Uh) And that really fucked up my mental Ain't got no time to be stuck in the middle I'm with some steppers, say, "Fuck it" and kill you Can't really talk when them slugs sittin' in you Hungry for hits, we got blood on the menu Post up with shots in your club or your venue He scratchin' off, gave my cousin a signal Go catch a body, a dub what I give you (Oh, oh) I know we playin' for keeps, I can't keep it fair Woke up and you blessed if you breathin' air Standin' on business like, no, I don't need a chair Nonchalant 'bout them killers, don't even care I'm from where loyalty hard to see, it's rare If you headed to the top, I can meet you there The tags on my clothes and a slider I ain't even wear Broken-hearted from love, so I need repairs, uh I ain't poppin' out 'til I got a couple M's sittin' right in my bank account (I ain't poppin' out) And my family dependin' on me, I'm the one that's gon' make it out I'm so paranoid (I'm so paranoid), I think everybody gonna snake me out I think everybody out to get me now So that's why I'm geeked up off this Henny now Yeah, I'm numbin' the pain, I don't feel it now And I got 'em so mad 'cause I'm winnin' now Yeah, the Glock on my waist, I might air it out (This Glock pfft, pfft) Fit it right in my purse, I don't wear it out (I don't wear it out) Make sure the bag matchin' my shoes, they Maison Margiela My chains, I'ma wear 'em all Yeah, this brand-new Birkin can't fit in my closet 'Member Britt gave me them hand-me-downs (Yeah, yeah) Crazy dilemma, uh (Yeah, yeah) Now I keep dollar signs on my daily agenda, uh Swear I miss all my guys, I'll make sure they remember, uh (R.I.P., rest in peace) I hate that Gucci died that day in September, uh-uh Yeah, Polo From Letras Mania