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(Lucci how you feel? Lucci how you feel) Drank God Throw the money up until the club empty Pill poppin' nigga, keep my gun with me, yeah Movin' with them steppers, got my hood with me Finna slide at Ace of Spade and leave a dub in it Just hit another lick, we took the plug work Mix the Wocky with a Fiji, bitch I love syrup, ooh Ran 'em out the booth, they in the club hurtin' Got eighty thousand in my pocket, it's off good work Put sixes on my Rolls, I'm finna park the Phantom Thirty round stuffed in that Glock, it's black as Armaretta Lil' brodie pressin' bricks, yeah this the art of trappin' Do a hundred in that 'Rari, speed through all the traffic (Iced Up Records) Bitch, yeah I'm a real robber Take his jеwelry off, a rich nigga but I'm still slimy Got a homie that's some millions up and hе a real slider I don't give a fucka bout no rappers, bitch, we real grimy And don't play me like no ho, I put that on my kids I only wear these big ass pants so they can hold my bands, nigga Left out Gallery, we spent 'bout forty bands Ain't been to Hutch in like two weeks and I'm three-forty in Pour the kiki' up, I need another cup Letras de cancionesThe only time you double up is with your double cups, pussy Quarterback that play tell gang 'nem "Huddle up" I only signed another deal so I could bubble up Bitch, I'm really gang, I got a membership You don't live yo' raps, boy, I can hear that shit Got a big ass house and got—, mmm Got a big ass house look like a dealership Step on shit, love to flex and shit, bitch we pressin' shit Dope house, it gotta hella work, look like a second shift Ghetto bitch, told her fresh the dick, she gotta catch the shit Put a big old bag on them boys, get yo' stepper hit Pussy Big money shit, nigga You know we comin' with this shit Rich off pints 3 Big Ice From Letras Mania