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(What's happening Chi Chi?) (FOREVEROLLING) Rubberband Money Gang, nigga We don't got no limit We gon' take that shit nigga, fuck you talking 'bout nigga Fuck, it's up And niggas hoes Beezy told me set it off, you already know Got my Glock in, I'll let it off, you already know Ain't gon' let nobody play with me, y'all niggas hoes If you talking street shit on the net, y'all niggas told Pop up in your city, hit the club rocking all rolls I like putting a lot of ice on 'cause my heart cold And G Herbo keep that heat on, but my heart cold Stomach full but I'll eat y'all, 'cause my heart cold Tried to keep it a secret, why you tell the world we beefing? Told 'em everything but forget to tell 'em the real rеason What's-his-name killed your man, yeah, you know hе a real demon Stood over, I'm still squeezing, demon, glizzy still preaching though That's just how we talk to niggas, we don't give no speeches Is you really gon' shoot it, I don't give a fuck if you keep it, ho Blicky got a beam and scope, up on the opps, but who keeping score? Bullets hit his body, his insides look like pizza rolls Letras de cancionesNo bap, we gon' get him gone, we just need his lo' Hit my OG on the phone, tell him bring my pole Did a hit, I ain't talking song, they don't even know Lil' bro act like [?] say he want his soul I was trapping, both my parents home, I just wanted clothes Burner tried to pay me for a verse but I just wanted bows If a nigga living what he rapping 'bout, I'm one of those Pull a trigger, hit his face, his family want his coffin closed His family want his coffin closed Old nigga sneak dissing, how the fuck you dissing and wearing my clothes Mwah, come here baby, share my hoes but I won't share my pole Ricky Owens on, you better not step on my toes Said he outside, but he ain't been seen lately She said she for me, nah, you for the team, baby Feel like I'm getting washed up, ain't made a nigga bleed lately His lil' brother wanna play hardball, get dead like G, baby (Oh really) I'm with the shits, play, you gon' learn Me and Herb arguing who gon' kill 'em, hold on Swerve, wait your turn Damn, drunk-ass bitch, let me shoot the nigga in his face, fuck him You a ho, huh Fuck it then, let's over-do 'em, we could both do 'em It don't count unless you run up on 'em, get up close to 'em I'm that nigga, I'm a boss now, got too much influence I could easily have my cousins do 'em, have my brother do 'em When I was in traffic, it was cracking then, it was a bunch of shooters You ain't gang gang, you couldn't hang with us, we was like fuck recruiting When that rain came, here to maintain, and I changed lanes, let my chains hang Went through real pain, you a pussy boy, we ain't the same thing On foe'nem, uh, we ain't like y'all, we don't like y'all Yeah, on foe'nem, keep playing, pussy Swerve, big Swerve Oh really, big oh really From Letras Mania