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I ain't playin', nigga I ain't playin', nigga (Yeah) (Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one) Look at my watch, look at my wrist Not like your man, he ain't shinin' like this (No cap, nigga) Not like your man, he ain't grindin' like this (For real though) And even if he was, he know I'm a Blood (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Ayy, if a bitch say some opp shit to me, I'm offin' her (What?) Stuck around when she see my chain, I ain't hoggin' her (She know it) Make her shake somethin' when I eat it, call it doggin' Niggas ain't fuckin' with me like they good parole officers (Soft as hell) Oh, that bitch ain't know I was that nigga? Nigga, her fault (Bitch, that's her fault) Hundred Sigs in the hood, boy, my turf bought (I bought it all) Spеnt a bag on my shoes just to earth walk (Gang) 'Bout to race twin 'Cats 'til thе tires burn off (Skrrt) Heavyweight, you ain't gon' catch me on no light shit (Heavyweight) So much jewelry on, I don't need the lights, bitch (Bitch) Mona Lisa, drape that bitch in gold, pussy priceless (Ayy) Baby Grizz, five hundred on the ice kit, bitch Bitch, you knew I was that nigga, nigga, beat it (Beat it) Thirty ball, I need it Know I got the cheese in Fifty top, bottom icy, mouth like I'm teethin' (Ice) Say she with it, put it on the set, on the B's then (On the set) Letras de cancionesAyy (Blah), ayy (Blah), slugs in his wig Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), slugs in the Sig Plug with the bitch, get drugged with a Sig Thuggin' again, they know Bloods in the mid Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), thug with a Sig Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), drug with a Sig Thuggin' again, Bloods in the mid (Boom, boom, boom) Ayy, ayy, them Bloods in the mid Bitch, I'm that nigga, nigga That nigga, nigga I ain't feelin' niggas (Ayy) I get rid of niggas Love my villain niggas (Love my villain niggas) Pull up killin' killers Four hundred for my nigga Pilla, bitch, I been a hitter (Love my dawg) I'm heavy hearted, I can't let these bitches play with me (Ayy, I can't) I'm uppin' it, ain't really shit you can say to me (Ayy, you can't) Just bought a Benz just to get that boy to A to B (Skrtt) Lil' baby fell to her knees, told her, "Pray to me" (Pray to me) Hit the Bentley dealership, told 'em, "Takin' me" (Takin' me) I can show you how to double up, bake a ki' (Bake a ki') This lil' shit these niggas talkin' really make believe (Oh, they lyin') Just hit a bad bitch, she modelin' for Maybelline Back like I never left the streets (Ayy) Pushin' Maybach with my name on the seats (Ayy) Still in the field, Grizz gang on my cleats (Yeah, yeah) All the competition bold or ain't even in my reach (They gone) All my forty niggas hold it down, huh? (Forty, forty) Everything five hundred 'til they drown, huh? (Forty, forty) Hoes like, "You came home to a pile, huh?" (Yeah) You think I don't know that's why you stayed around, huh? (Yeah) Ayy, I used to call hoes like, "Baby, send me some flicks" (Come on) Now I'm on my money phone talkin' to a tick (Come on) Now it's double F, double G's on my fit (Come on) Now it's double, uh, shoot, Scottie Hottie Pipp' (Come on) Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), yeah, thugs in the mid Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), plugged with a Sig Drug with the bitch, plugged with a Sig Thuggin' again, bloods in the mid Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), thuggin' again Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), bloods in the mid Pluggin' again, drugged with a Sig Thuggin' again, them bloods in the mid From Letras Mania