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Out in the street, they call it murder Big DOA, nigga Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, like Grrt, grrah, grrah-grrah Grrah, grrah-grrah Like, grrah-grrah Grrt, baow, baow Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up Everything dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up (Everybody shot) Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up Don't do Cîroc, only Ac' in my cup (Grrt, baow, baow) Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, thats tough, like He ain't goin' nowhere, I'm shootin' wherever he run (Where you goin'? Grrt, baow, baow) I'm a GBG baby, so, bitch, I'ma click till it's done (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) And I love with the beam, if he run, I'ma turn him to Runtz (Dummies) Outside, no security, bitch, it's just me and my gun (It's just me and my gun, baow, baow) I'm the king of New York and I'm still outside makin' 'em run (Don't run, bitch I do what I want) Just copped out on a Carti' (Carti') Oh, she jackin' my vibe in a heartbeat (Heartbeat) I like my bitch gangster, I don't like 'em Barbie (Bitch) It get active like Ricky and Morty (Like, grrt, baow) Tap your head (Rah-Rah) Nigga Rah got clapped now he in the Marley (Baow, baow) Nigga dead Letras de cancionesAnd I'm tough by myself, no, I don't need a army (Grrah) Out in the street they call it murder Big DOA, nigga She the line so I'm packin' the bitch Feel under pressure, I'm blastin' the shit V210 how I'm whackin' the whip He tried to up but I'm faster with it It get nasty, now he coughin' out blood Told you that I get active with it (Grrt, baow, baow) Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up Everything dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up (Everybody shot) Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up Don't do Cîroc, only Ac' in my cup (Grrt, baow, baow) Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, thats tough, like He ain't goin' nowhere, I'm shootin' wherever he run (Where you goin'? Grrt, baow) I'm a GBG, baby, so, bitch, I'ma click till it's done (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) And I love with the beam, if he run, I'ma turn him to Runtz (Dummies) Outside, no security, bitch, it's just me and my gun (It's just me and my gun, baow, baow) I'm the king of New York an' I'm still outside makin' 'em run (Don't run, bitch, I do what I want) From Letras Mania