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You actin' like a lil' bitch right now, nigga Fuck that, I ain't lettin' that's hit ride We gon' go and smoke all these motherfuckers I don't care who the fuck out there Goddamn it, is you down, nigga? Man, both of y'all shut the fuck up Well, we could be superstars (We could've been superstars but niggas be playin' slime) We been rather wreckin' cars (Ayy bro, is that Jambo?) Man, we play for keeps What is at stakes for us? (Grind, thirst, hunger) Kickin' off power mirrors Say you my nigga, you say you my hitter, but I don't remember you deep in the trenches (Yeah, we could be superstars) I'm swingin' them switchеs at you and your niggas If you ever wonder why I'm bеin' distant Know why I'm slidin', I ain't even wildin', no one here survivin' this life that we livin' If we really rockin', then why you feel comfortable talkin' 'round opps about my business? Yeah, I'm in that zone Done got the ride, I check out the Track' and they can't even follow me home (Skrrt) I'm really from Philly, I know all the killers, I call 'em, then I'ma be wrong My youngin a soldier, they gave him a twenty I told him he gotta be strong I sent him some pictures, whenever he get 'em, I know that he probably alone He wrote me, he told me that he livin' through me I said, "Broski, you [?]" (Yo, bro) It's crazy, I ain't even writin' 'cause I wanna tell him what I'm really on Letras de cancionesSlidin', eighty rounds, Glocks, see my kids, I gotta get home I seen lames turn superstars And that 'Gram cut off, and ya mans cut off 'Cause you went too hard, and yeah, I went too hard He back broke, he tryna hitch ya yard You a type nigga try to get ya dawg headshot, don't even tell 'em what ya charge Red dot, I ain't really tryna miss at all This love won't really take risks at all Nah, I was in back of the 'Bach when I put up the track with the gremlins We done got hold of the money and move like the Russians at the Kremlin AMG go sixty-three, G-Wagon, hear the engine (Vroom) YG Air Force fifty, bendin' corners, scrapin' fenders Somebody tell me who fuckin' with me And don't bring up no bitches that's fuckin' with me No competition when niggas are with me Don't bring up no niggas that's fuckin' with me If you a hater, don't try to persuade me 'bout none of them niggas that's fuckin' with me And don't speak on niggas, got money with me All the niggas that's thuggin' with me You don't fuck with my day ones? Fuck you, nigga It could be what you want it to be Got big bank, yeah, I'll crush you, nigga That lil' money ain't nothin' to me I ain't chasin' no ho, they be runnin' to me I ain't payin' no hoes, they be comin' to me If I keep it a thousand, I'll be in the islands You run in my hitters before you could run into me Yeah, we could've been superstars (I don't trust him) If he spin again, better shoot his car (Better dust him) Now, it's not safe for you (Why?) My youngin put a switch on this Glick Yeah From Letras Mania