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Like, pour me a six now I'm geeked up Like, my shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, Trackhawk, they cannot keep up We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, Trackhawk, they cannot keep up Like, pour me a six now I'm geeked up Like, my shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, Trackhawk, they cannot keep up We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, Trackhawk, they cannot keep up Like, pour me a six now I'm geeked up Like, my shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, Trackhawk, they cannot keep up We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, Trackhawk, they cannot keep up XD with a stick attached with a beam so I know I won't miss Let him run he get left like he rick Bullets burn him, watch him twitch Fuck a cab he got left in a Lyft how y'all linkin up for a hit? And the dubs to the T'z to my dick I'm tryna spin through and hang out the whip Tryna hit a goofy in his shit One got hit in his back and he tripped and the other one almost went out like a bitch Letras de cancionesI was praying the dumb nigga slipped I'm trynna slide in a stoley Let him run, I'ma get with his brodey Don't need a show, I can do this shit doley Fuck if I'm rich, I'ma still take his Roley R.I.P Naz, yeah, I blitz for the crodey He get got he can keep what he owe me He get shot give a fuck what he told me Shoot like I'm Curry, yeah I know they can't hold me Like, pour me a six now I'm geeked up Like, my shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, Trackhawk, they cannot keep up We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, Trackhawk, they cannot keep up Like, pour me a six now I'm geeked up Like, my shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, Trackhawk, they cannot keep up We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, Trackhawk, they cannot keep up NYC to the A, niggas get shot every day They find out where you stay and they gone come where you lay Me and my gang don't play, got soldiers on watch with the K You pussy better watch what you say and snitches better stay out the way I put an opp in his place like botox shot in the face Thought he was running the race but now he just running in place I got bodies like a drill rapper, I ain't capping, I'm real rapper Even before I had a deal, ask em, Gucci labeled as a real trapper Gucci and Kay Flock, leave a nigga cold but the glock on my hip, yeah it stay hot Try to pull the Wraith out, but he got the race shot, and twelve on my block tryna stake out Let my niggas shake out, got em on max and I know he get mad when I break out Walking with a shank out, blood be on the tank top, stay up top now your brains out Money all I think bout, but a nigga dream bout, went from the jail to the dream house Judging from the trap house, it got a scrap house, so many Ps it's a green house AKA the codeine house, hundred pints in it so we call it the lean house Gucci Mane, yeah I'm the king now, used to be the plug, but now he just a fiend now (Guciii) Like, pour me a six now I'm geeked up Like, my shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, Trackhawk, they cannot keep up We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, Trackhawk, they cannot keep up Like, pour me a six now I'm geeked up Like, my shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, Trackhawk, they cannot keep up We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, Trackhawk, they cannot keep up From Letras Mania