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(Mmm, Manny, cook that shit up) Blrrrd, blrrrd Free Shiesty Big Blrrrd Sick of smoking this dead-ass nigga, fuck the past Speakin' up on my nigga, so don't ask me how he passed That fake gangster shit be cool 'til a nigga get on your ass Eighty racks up on me now, big old forty an extra mag Got rich off Glad bags, quick to send your ho to the store Go get the J's, get fresh just to post up and sell my dope Might park the C8 in the hood and go rock out a show I'm the type of nigga when it's hot wear Moncler like it's cold Man, fuck all of these hoes, ayy, these bitches just want my earnings Most of these bitches broke, damn near all of these bitches burning Seen my money start to slow up, your back quickly start to turning Now I'm up again and you back in my face, talkin' 'bout, "I earned it" I get money with the dealers, hang with killers, love the takers Just poured a four sittin' on the floor on the West Coast watchin' the Lakers I threw a Perc' back with no drink, hit the Wock' raw like it's a chaser Every time I think 'bout going broke, I go buy me another acre Sick of smoking this dead-ass nigga, fuck the past Speakin' up on my nigga, so don't ask me how he passed That fake gangster shit be cool 'til a nigga get on your ass Letras de cancionesEighty racks up on me now, big old forty an extra mag Got rich off Glad bags, quick to send your ho to the store Go get the J's, get fresh just to post up and sell my dope Might park the C8 in the hood and go rock out a show I'm the type of nigga when it's hot wear Moncler like it's cold What you know 'bout six attempts and 'bout four bodies in one summer? Stay with killers, Glocks and choppers every state, that's on my mama Bank account got seven numbers, one decimal and two commas When you see me, you see money, guns, a lot of marijuana Can't forget Percs and Keshana and Wock' part of my persona Left the house in my Vlone shirt, take off that cheap-ass jumper That shit make me look bad, huh, bae, here go some lil' cash Go shopping and stop by the hood, bring me an ounce of gas Sick of smoking this dead-ass nigga, fuck the past Speakin' up on my nigga, so don't ask me how he passed That fake gangster shit be cool 'til a nigga get on your ass Eighty racks up on me now, big old forty an extra mag Got rich off Glad bags, quick to send your ho to the store Go get the J's, get fresh just to post up and sell my dope Might park the C8 in the hood and go rock out a show I'm the type of nigga when it's hot wear Moncler like it's cold Blrrrd Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd From Letras Mania