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Just stay the fuck out of my way That's all I say dawg Nuts be hanging to the floor, you know I do my shit Mini Draco Coop, this AR ain't got no kick Shit’ll catch you on a stick, we tryna stretch you, we don't miss Walk down, head shot it 'til we finish, that's a bitch Satellite be bumping but I'm tryna go legit Used to twist them onions in the kitchen with my wrist Unlock the door but check the camera, junkies in and out this bitch Got 'em fighting, throwin' fits, they just tryna get a fix They already gone think I'm giving you them bricks, you heard me? Fuck 'em They already gon' think that I turned your light on The other way you heard on me They gon' be like ooh that bitch I ain't shinin' Gates got 'em turned up on shook Tan colored sweater, my H ain't cut with no fentanyl Olive candid mizzi' you flinch and I blow your shit off Big Dusa pull up on me, I drop em on him and he getting on Backend readjustment, a hundred bricks imma send off You ain't check your bumper That tracker sensor ain't click off, I don't play hotels Dick her down and drop your lil' bitch off Letras de cancionesLosses come with this, this ain't for those who got a weak heart New business stand on nation business, I just took the week off I just fell back in the trenches with them birds for the low They say, "Let's smoke then we gon' go", we bring them choppers to they door I do my diddy with that fifty, ain't a question, I'ma blow You see that demon in my eyes nigga, it's homocidc nigga It's still murder, mind traumatised, we gon' sling that fire nigga I'm all out the window with that chopper tryna slide nigga They got blood on that money, bitch I still wanna creep and crawl Bitch I been a dog, I set it off New Queen Latifah Death before dishonor yeah, baby court go grab 'em Heaters, we get even with them bitches and they know we do Still'll dress up like Beetlejuice until my ass get rid of you Say lil daddy, leave me alone (dog) One order, they’ll slaughter you Nuts be hanging to the floor, you know I do my shit Mini Draco Coop, this AR ain't got no kick Shit’ll catch you on a stick, we tryna stretch you, we don't miss Walk down, head shot it 'til we finish, thats a bitch Satellite be bumping but I'm tryna go legit Used to twist them onions in the kitchen with my wrist Unlock the door but check the camera, junkies in and out this bitch Got 'em fighting, throwin' fits, they just tryna get a fix From Letras Mania