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Yeah, uh It's about my production (the sun is down) Tune in (it’s night time, baow) The lights off, yeah, huh Straight off the block Fresh out the hood with my mans I fuck off, I don't pull out no bands Don't take off my clothes, I just pull down my pants Yes, I point at them niggas and hope it don’t jam I'm used to perkys and xan (yeah) Bitch we in public, don't hold on my hand (nah) You wanna go? We can dance Record it, an only the fans I'm with the gods, nigga, only the fed See me in court (uh), huh I pay you the money, don't read the report (nah) I'm tryin' to even the score (baow) Take off the leash and I sneak through the door I cut her off, we ain't speakin’ no more (nah) She was a whore, he was a boss (baow) Bitch, you gon’ need me some more (yeah) Bitch, I'm outside, you can’t leave me indoors (yeah) (Bitch, I'm outside, you can't leave me indoors, baow) I've been gettin’ drugs through the Wi-Fi (Wi-Fi) Now I'm only nigga with the top guys (top guys) I ain't even know that I was top five (top five) Letras de cancionesIf I see his face, I let the Glock fly Turn him into zaza, cruisin' down the I9 I ain't sayin' "Bye-bye", prolly with a bad guy And a Lady Gaga, nigga you is not fly With my nigga Malaa, wanna do a drive by Hit 'em with the gra gra With my nigga Malaa, wanna do a drive by With my nigga Malaa, wanna do a drive by I pay you the money, don't read the report Bitch, I'm outside, you can't leave me indoors (baow) I've been gettin' drugs through the Wi-Fi (Wi-Fi) Now I'm only nigga with the top guys (top guys) I ain't even know that I was top five (top five) If I see his face, I let the Glock fly Turn him into zaza, cruisin' down the I9 I ain't sayin' "Bye-bye", prolly with a bad guy And a Lady Gaga, nigga you is not fly With my nigga Malaa, wanna do a drive by Hit 'em with the gra gra With my nigga Malaa, wanna do a drive by With my nigga Malaa, wanna do a drive by From Letras Mania