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Say less, I ain't gon' say more Trap money booming like a claymore Times we used to pray for Kicking off doors, what you think I really came for I'm setting levels with it, we ain't on the same floor No limit, I see a door and put a hole in it This the start we stay winning, so it won't finish Upgrade for bigger whips and bigger sticks I'm into hitting licks Started with a Z and got some bigger bits We just started with this rap they think I'm killing it Steve said I'm brilliant Can't believe we hit a milly Mikes got a 23, he said my shit's gangster He tryna off a brick money uncs and that's banter Smoke in the whip, that's a ride full of cancer Fuck it, I never thought I'd see 22 anyway Get locked any day That's why the block just know guns in there anyway Get funds everyday I remember being young, just tryna put a 10 away Running round dumb and don't care what the fed would say Careless in every way Now the PG's just a list full of heavyweights RIP my hitters Imma see you at the Heaven gates (Rest in peace) Letras de cancionesMeekz Manny G, I bet they don't forget the name I let it rain, I need a mill for every letter in my second name Really in my veins and I ain't into playing games I need a villa out in Spain Like I'm on the run or wanted, tryna get away But I'm tryna cop it anyway And all the flights to realize another countries just a jet away But if I'm stuck to the block, I bet I'm getting paid Loud packs to the face, I'll have your bitch smoking Got her bending over backwards, got her flip moding Hyper mode, sports mode I'm in a diff motion Had to cool off, sold a few box, from a few spots Got me out in Cali, out in Dover near the docks Thinking when will it stop Feeling Curtis where I'm cocky with a box I'm tryna fill a box, I mean the whole pallet When it lands crack the pack and just smoke on it I let a bitch taste it let her choke on it She takes dick to the face and don't vomit Girl relax, take your time, go slow on it I love the trap, I hate the trap, I've made dough from it No cap shit Trap phones blew before this rap shit If you know me, know I'm active I ain't gotta send text to make a pack flip Selling TicTacs is how I learnt my tactics Eat shit and stack shit Do a mazzelene to make the trap sick Boondocks bad kids, bando doing backflips Wrap it in elastics I don't need to make up this rap shit Hitters really tapped in No cap up in my caption Shit I need me a mansion Been jail, hittin' feens on the landing Only right they show love now I'm rapping No capping I got them new sounds Them niggas sounding old-fashioned I'm so laughing Dough grabbing Pissed if you think it won't happen I send them foreigners to go and grab him I'm sick rapping Kidnapping, overlapping bitch rappers Big patterns Put it on my life, this shit happens Say less, I ain't gon' say more Trap money booming like a claymore Times we used to pray for Kicking off doors, what you think I really came for I'm setting levels with it, we ain't on the same floor Say less, I ain't gon' say more Trap money booming like a claymore Times we used to pray for Kicking off doors, what you think I really came for I'm setting levels with it, we ain't on the same floor From Letras Mania