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(Thanks, Yakree) La-la-la, la-la-la, la Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh Uh, uh-uh (Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once) There go Kylan, baow, there go Kylan, ooh-ooh Flowin' through the city, two chopsticks on my left side (Ooh) Bitch, I'm 'bout my business, catch an opp' up, we leave him hogtied (Ooh-ooh) We gon' leave him shitty, they ain't do shit when they dog died (Ooh-ooh) I might step in Dickie, got me tweaking like a bowtie Better keep a painter when you see me 'cause I'm on demon time, ha Yo' shit wasting, I don't fire, say he seen a nigga diеd He ain't never nеver sling no fire, you ain't never make no mama cry I'm on Kether Lane wit' killer, they hop out with hella fire (Boom, boom) Nine slimes got your block hot (Block hot), it's a lot of bullets flyin' We should make 'em pop lock (Pop lock), we gon' run we see the sign Who that is? Not my thot (My thot), I can't fuck her, she's not mine I'm connected like a hotspot, trap jumpin' from early morning Real gangster nigga, I love seein' blood in my dreams Mama told me watch these niggas, it ain't no love in the streets Purple flags, a lot of rags, we the ones in all the beef And we keep a lot of guest, we tryna put some shit to sleep Walk through the rain, no one to lean on I ain't gon' feel rich until I put my whole team on Letras de cancionesThis a murder theme song, he might break her phone because she got me as a ringtone I can't turn my back, I lost so many slimes, be long Nine slimes got your block hot (Block hot), it's a lot of bullets flyin' We should make 'em pop lock (Pop lock), we gon' run we see the sign Who that is? Not my thot (My thot), I can't fuck her, she's not mine I'm connected like a hotspot, trap jumpin' from early morning Nine slimes got your block hot (Block hot), it's a lot of bullets flyin' We should make 'em pop lock (Pop lock), we gon' run we see the sign Who that is? Not my thot (My thot), I can't fuck her, she's not mine I'm connected like a hotspot, trap jumpin' from early morning Huh, I might cop the widebody so I can say I got it Who that is peeking through the blinds? It's another body What that is with pitchforks on the front? This a Maserati Old hoes blowin' up my phone like you don't know nobody Bitch, fuck off my line tryna cause problems, 'cause I am the problem Nigga, you can call your top shotta, you gon' lose your partner I just flashed some racks in the ball Harbor, now these bitches boppin' Shit, took the switch off my gen four 'cause that shit got too popular and now it's hot (Hot) Hot (Hot), it can't get no hotter I am Vanilla ice, ice baby, pass me the baby bottle Fucking on Insta' models, they like sippin' pink Pescado If you pay the right price, maybe I'll have my shooter pop him She think I'm hot (Hot), hot (Hot), now she in my boxers Act like he a killer, but he not, don't make me knock that noggin Homicides on my side of town, nigga, what's really poppin'? Me and lil' folks not boxing, you will get popped, you ain't got no option Nine slimes got your block hot (Block hot), it's a lot of bullets flyin' We should make 'em pop lock (Pop lock), we gon' run we see the sign Who that is? Not my thot (My thot), I can't fuck her, she's not mine I'm connected like a hotspot, trap jumpin' from early morning Nine slimes got your block hot (Block hot), it's a lot of bullets flyin' We should make 'em pop lock (Pop lock), we gon' run we see the sign Who that is? Not my thot (My thot), I can't fuck her, she's not mine I'm connected like a hotspot, trap jumpin' from early morning (Thanks, Yakree) (Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once) From Letras Mania