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It's that "Chew, you fly" shit Queens to Buffalo and back Stick to myself because I trust me Pick a side, you a hustler or a custy? I'm gettin' money when I'm sleepin' No days off from gettin' money on the weekend (On the weekend) Y'all always broke, like the Colosseum escalator We've been official, ain't no issue, just refresh the data Ask about us, if you doubt us, we the truth Never remix work and speak officially in the booth (In the booth) Precise projection, pistol pointed at your tooth Shoot the cameras first, then take that shit to trial, we gettin' loot I go to war, five deep, they kill ninety Now you can't find me, Queens, we still grimy I wrote this with forty on my wrist and a .40 on my hip I ain't never put a .40 to my lips (.40 to my lips) Anker medallion, droppin' kilos on our necks Far from basic when we flex, rest in peace my niggas' ex We play dice games for gold lapel leaves Watchin' strippers scrape the floor, like they rakin' leaves Take a freeze of the bump, tell me I'm the truth My face is more handsome than it was in my youth Black Benji been buttoned, be stuntin' and somethin' bouncin' In the Bentley, while doin' donuts on soft and Lauren Letras de cancionesAKA Laurenavichi, uh Stick to myself because I trust me Pick a side, you a hustler or a custy? I'm gettin' money when I'm sleepin' No days off from gettin' money on the weekend Stick to myself because I trust me (Yeah) Pick a side, you a hustler or a custy? (Yeah) I'm gettin' money when I'm sleepin' (Uh) No days off from gettin' money on the weekend (Uh, look) Went from movin' pounds of OG to havin' yayo bricks Connect hit my jack and say, "The package on the way and shipped" Make a bitch bag your box of razors and a plate of fish I'm standin' at the stove, woah, Texas torando wrist (Guess what?) Niggas prayin', I stay broke, well, look, they can quit (Haha) The way I been gettin' bags lately, ain't makin' sense (I'm eatin', nigga) When they see my next move, that's just gon' make 'em sick ('Kay) All in their facials, my Draco' hit (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) They hate when I'm gettin' fly so I'ma drip harder (Ha) These is Vs's, so my pieces hit harder (Bling) This street shit, I'm still a big part of I know my nigga in his forties, still shootin' like he Vince Carter (Hahaha) Yeah, I used to break keys down (Uh-huh) Now I'm gettin' rap money, bust the AP down Any nigga that ever violated, can't be found The flow like Jigga mixed with André three-thou It's May Street, baow From Letras Mania