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PinkGrillz Is it real, tana? I hang with shooters, so don't pop out in that mix (Grrah, uh) And my blooda keep that flag up on his right, but his pockets blue like Crip (Buh) It's now or never, I know you gon' ride with us (Ooh-ooh) If they shoot up the car, is you gon' slide for us? (Woah-oh) No, 'cause I know that he ain't real, he on go He want smoke, get popped like a pill (Grr, bop, bop) I'm on— I'm on lean, just cracked that seal (PinkGrillz) Hell nah, I ain't sign no deal, tryna tell you how I feel (Tell you how I feel) Showin' you how it feel On the top, tell you how it is We eatin' steak, he ain't eatin' no ribs Pull up, pop-pop, sting you like an eel A-list a-hole like I was killed My racks three like Bradley Beal Pull up on the block, you gon' get killed Always been rich, ain't have a reason to steal 12 come to the car, I'ma reach for the steel They knock on my door, I'ma reach for the chrome Sorry mama, I ain't makin' it home 'Cause I'm rich and jakes won't leave me 'lone Shoo— Shoo— Shooters, so don't pop out in that mix (Grrah, uh) Letras de cancionesAnd my blooda keep that flag up on his right, but his pockets blue like Crip (Buh) It's now or never, I know you gon' ride with us (Ooh-ooh) If they shoot up the car, is you gon' slide for us? (Woah-oh) No, 'cause I know that he ain't real, he on go He want smoke, get popped like a pill (Grr, bop, bop) I'm on— I'm on lean, just cracked that seal (Seal, PinkGrillz) Hell nah, I ain't sign no deal, tryna tell you how I feel (Tell you how I feel) Hell nah, I ain't sign no deal, tryna tell you how I feel From Letras Mania