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Welcome back Blake Xair lemme get that motherfucker Yeah (doo, doo, doo) We cuttin' through the Bronx Home runnin', think we with the Yankees Raw paper, championship ring, I got it on my pinky If you don't see Luh Tyler, and that Kosher, nigga quite frankly Trap went and ran them racks up, he just went dressin' janky I'm in the booth, me and trap on that gas, man this shit stanky Got your bitch in here, and she throwin' ass, she keep sayin' "Spank me'' See, these niggas they ain't tryna get no bag, don't know what they thinkin' Nigga, I ain't tryna make no friendships 'cause they get to sinkin' Hoppin' out on feet, passion pit, I take a walk Machine gun stays by my side like I'm Megan Fox Them boys playing air guitar, bitch, I really rock Spodey and Lil Jojo in the cut that's a butchers block I'm with Luh Tyler, no creator, odd future turnin' bright Under my shirt that shinin' armor only hittin' licks at night That's a dog fight, I'm breakin' that shit up like Dana White Jews name was Mike Cook, he let me cook and pass the mic Jitter bug, jitterin, I ain't buggin', they some lice Long nights up in that Yoda, had to make a sacrifice They disrespected 'til they saw I blew up, now they acting right Letras de cancionesWe be shining bright, the opps mad, flexin' moissanite My side bitch from Brooklyn Pull up from that 3 Hit the net another bookin' Niggas mad hattin', quit cappin' before we hook him Don't understand why they hating on my chances when I took them All my hoes on my roster so bad but I don't want them Yeah, all my niggas doin' good but all my bitches bad Man, I swear these hoes be for the team and they be getting passed See you ran up a lil' cash but that ain't finna last I be stayin' in my lane, I ain't nothin' like you niggas Man, my nigga, he insane, got a button on his pistol I hit that nigga bitch like it's nothing, bet he miss her I just jumped up on the mic, then I took off like a missile I'm a big dawg to you niggas, bet they call me Mister Can't get your bitch off me, she sees these diamonds and these crystals I'ma snap any time you put me on the instrumental Look at my neck, that bitch on froze, it get cold like December Believe what you see, not what you heard, 'cause it ain't in vain 25 thousand grams of swappery I zoed the strain My Cali' bih tryna go skiing 'cause Luh Tyler chain 25 ain't gon make the cut for that Johnny Dang I can show you how to make the ends meet if it ain't circulation You gon' have to really lock in, using concentration If a nigga say he run Deerfield, thats exaggeration Ski done beat that hat bout that Z, he ain't even Haitian Pat told me stay from 'round the trick, he ain't Odell Cash rules everything around me like the Carvel Amy Whinehouse, I'm sippin' cherry in the motel Sir smoke a lot of opps, half baked, Dave Chapelle Speedin' to that cheese in Saint Pete, but I'm not Russian Woop dewoo, slid the palm tree with a bakers dozen He was stretchin' shit before the fame like he Danny Duncan Catch him out back and I'ma fry him, that's a blooming onion From Letras Mania