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(Glo made that beat?) Grrah Grrah-grrah Look Fuck all the opps we gon'— First think its sweet, we gon' click at his hat Fed's on our ass but we makin' it— Look Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back If we catch a opp lackin', we click at his hat Fed's on our ass but we makin' it tact' I'm bussin', I'm geekin', I can not relax You lovin' that thot, but we hit her in the trap If he throw up OY then he meetin' his death I'ma tweak on a bitch if she droppin' the set Pour a deuce in a Faygo, I sip for the stress If he movin' wocky then I'm bound to react Bullets beat on his chest and then come out his back Who lookin' for me? They know where I'm at He come through my way, put the beam on his chest I be tryna trust, she keep lyin' to me Bitches out here, they be dyin' to meet Everywhere that I go, keep the iron on me I'm too deep in this shit, niggas plottin' on me Letras de cancionesOne in the head, heard he slidin' on me You get caught at the light then I'm flockin' the V' I see the opps, I ain't coppin' a plea I got new opps I been dyin' to meet If he uppin' on me, then he dyin' on me No I ain't gon' play, I'm gon' up it and flame Niggas talkin' on bro, make him dance like he Dane And he hit the floor, put some feets on his brain I don't need to be broke to go snatch me a chain I don't need me a pill to go put in some pain BigDieY, we ain't jackin' that gang If he scream RPT, then we lettin' it flame We get money, we get tipsy It get ugly, clips empty So don't try to run 'cause I'm gon' get risky We gon' run if he run, I'm gon' turn him to Ricky Get the addy, we right at his doormat First one come to the door, make 'em fall back Young shooters, I swear that they on that They get it done and they spinnin' the four pack (AAAAOOOO) Step in my shoes, that shit give you the chills Got a mil' on my name, every deal is a mil' I ain't dissin' no mo', niggas tellin' me chill Swisher Sweet, it been tweak, give a fuck how you feel If he mention the dead, bet he flyin' with Dub' I ain't speak on the dead cause I really got love Oh they linked in the back? Then the feature a dub (AAAAOOOO) Now look, one false move then I blast in this bitch, like One quick spin, yeah, we clappin' 'em quick If you scream the wrong gang, we ain't havin' that shit Gotta stay in one side, gotta die with that clique And when I come around niggas laughin' and shit But when I'm not around they be chattin' and shit Never settle for nothin', gotta keep it buggin' If she try to line, I'ma die with the bitch Grrah-grrah, bah-bah, bussin' and shit GBG, DOA, up in this shit Ain't no love in this bitch, give a fuck who you wit' Big EBK, give a fuck who you is Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back If we catch a opp lackin', we click at his hat Fed's on our ass but we makin' it tact' I'm bussin', I'm geekin', I can not relax You lovin' that thot, but we hit her in the trap If he throw up OY then he meetin' his death I'ma tweak on a bitch if she droppin' the set Pour a deuce in a Faygo, I sip for the stress Droppin' a O, we keep it official 'Sup DieOY? We gon' keep an assist Lets tweak on a bitch That's BigDieOY, we gon keep all the shit From Letras Mania