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(Damn Max, this one's too hard) Yeah, drank god Oowee Yeah, had to cut them bitches out my life 'cause they was leeches Had to get the Diors, not the Chucks but the sneakers Had to up my price, takin' change I was tweakin' Hit the seal and pour a liter, ice my Cubans for no reason (Iced Up records) Had to throw the blicky in the stash 'cause they searched me Left them pussy niggas in my past, they was worthless Gotta check them drugs, they put fetty in them Perkies I bought my baby a new ass, spent a bag on her Birkin Had to leave that 42 alone, I want Patron Gotta throw the money in the air 'cause this my song Had to put a hundred in that chop, now it shoot long Make sure I keep one up in the top, that's for the dome Had to tell my label "Cut the check, and what's the budget?" Told that ho keep quiet, she be screamin' when we fuckin' Always put the twenties in the bank and keep the hundreds Up a roll and slap her with a stack, bitch, it's nothin' Had to come new Maybach, yeah the car a extra forty Had to take them Ruccis off my shit, we ridin' Forgis Dog shit in my pants, all my 'Miris look like toilets Crack open the seal and drink a line before I pour it Letras de cancionesGotta know you want the ice I rock, this shit ain't cheap Had to take them bow's, dog was movin' way too sweet Put them hitters on, now all my shooters look like Meeks When y'all was climbin' up them charts, we was movin' through the streets Had a step I gave up, I was broke, I had to blossom In the octagon cookin' coke, I had to lock 'em Had to make some haters understand I wasn't playin' Had to get it by myself, I didn't get a helping hand Had to make some wine to clear my mind and help me think Got it up in the stores now, Earl Stevens that's my drink Unconnected not disconnected, I'm in the loop like a hula hoop I probably know who the victim is, and who the nigga that's finna shoot Every nigga that's on my team had a digital beam Used to serve that candy wet on magazines On the 1300 block, born to ball Back then it was yola, now it's Fentanyl In the thick of the trenches, hustlers and thugs Now it's prescription pills, white people drugs Had to climb up over the fence and make it out Never did the front street, took the scenic route Yeah, had to cut them bitches out my life 'cause they was leeches Had to get the Diors, not the Chucks but the sneakers Had to up my price, takin' change I was tweakin' Hit the seal and pour a liter, ice my Cubans for no reason From Letras Mania