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(Cashout, what it do, fufu?) Nigga, Lambo truck, nigga Alright, huh, yeah Lambo truck and a Maybach truck, brand new Rover Hit the pints with water, now my Urus sittin' on Forgis Hellcat it go— ain't pullin' over Pop a Xanny bar, jump in that pussy, go retarded We know you tellin' lies, don't feed your guys and be outside Richard Mille cost a Yung Miami, 305 Count up dog shit just like the mob, suit and ties Lil' brother skipped his bail, got two to nine, and blew the trial Throwin' gang signs on the couches, free the members How you pourin' mud at Rolling Loud? 'Cause we them niggas (Iced Up Records) Might throw ten thousand up inside the club to see them titties (Hah) Fuck around and bring out all my ice, I need a fifty (Bands) Geekin', ain't out without no blick, we be on defense Mix that Fetty Wap with a lil' drop, it look like cement, yeah Real bag, ain't gotta chase no clout, we really eatin' (Naw) You the type to go live with your opps, you niggas tweakin' Out of town, me and Tony Wood with sixty blicks (Gang) Patty cake brown like cornbread, that Jiffy mix Know how I'm comin', I play running back, we blitzing shit They pussy, niggas playin' both sides on iffy shit, huh Pull that Rover up on the F, I feel like Reese (Doughboy) Twenty diamond chains in the party, I feel like me, huh (Drank God) Letras de cancionesDream chasin', ran up a milli', I'm just like Meek (Yeah) Throw my Rollie up like I'm Thugger, I'm finna ski, huh (Ski) Pour an orange Fanta, MC Hammer, too legit ('Git) I got white girl, Dolly Parton, Taylor Swift Ghetto Boyz, go'n throw me that pussy, pay your rent (Hah) We on the F, brodie in the crib weighin' zips (Yeah) Hmm Got that shit on Free Slime 'nem What? From Letras Mania