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(Red, this ho so fuckin' bumpin', bruh) (Load it up, Motif) I be wherever the check at, just left the bank, I don't go 'less the check hit, uh Scratchin' shit off of my check list (Huh?), I'm tryna see what to buy next (Uh) First mill', buyin' the projects, next mill', probably gon' blow it on Hi-Tech (Huh?) Why you be clutchin' your fire stick? Huh? I feel a fuck nigga tryin' me (I feel a fuck nigga tryin' me) Still posted up with that iron, lil' bro, with a whole 'lotta shotters behind me (Whole 'lotta shotters behind me) Still in the hood, can't go Hollywood, swear to God, it is not that hard to go find me (Yeah, it not that hard) Know how it feel when you broke to your last, if you don't go get it, who else gon' buy it? (Who else gon' buy it?) Hard times turned the young nigga too slimy Lil' cuh working the stick while he driving (Boom, boom) I'm the type to go blitz at a boy 'bout a penny (A penny) Five ten, but ain't not ho card in me (No ho) Just walked in Lenox, left out, dropped five (Dropped five), but I got a forty B holdin' my britches (Britches) Know it's forever paper over bitches (Huh?) No disrespect to my ho out in Memphis (Ho out in Memphis) I'm with big bro cookin' up in the kitchen He teachin' me how to profit off a pigeon I be wherever the check at, just left the bank, I don't go 'less the check hit, uh Scratchin' shit off of my check list (Huh?), I'm tryna see what to buy next (Uh) First mill', buyin' the projects, next mill', probably gon' blow it on Hi-Tech (Huh?) Why you be clutchin' your fire stick? Huh? (Damn) Letras de cancionesI feel a fuck nigga tryin' me (I feel a fuck nigga tryin' me, damn) Ayy, ride with that blick, got that Bic like I'm Fizzle Glock 23, that ho hot, hit that bitch, it's gon' sizzle (Too hot) Lil' gon' hop out, shoot that bitch 'fore he dribble Junkie at the door for it, wake me up, catch me a play in some slippers Say, Glock hit his face, now his nose like Squidward Ayy, got a Carti' and the time still offset Opps on the list that I still ain't bought yet Made a diss, put the Drac' to his lip like Carmex Every day, I just wake up and play ball Casamigos make the lil' bitch take off She sippin' Quavo, my lines a huncho When we in the strip club, better put on a poncho Tell my plug, "Need it right now, pronto" Ayy, I'm high as a blue jay on a flight to Toronto I'm havin' this shit Say, I'm from the hood, in the foreign on E, still ain't put gas in this bitch But you know I be wherever the check at, just left the bank, I don't go 'less the check hit, uh Scratchin' shit off of my check list (Huh?), I'm tryna see what to buy next (Uh) First mill', buyin' the projects, next mill', probably gon' blow it on Hi-Tech (Huh?) Why you be clutchin' your fire stick? Huh? I feel a fuck nigga tryin' me (I feel a fuck nigga tryin' me) From Letras Mania