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(Get the bag, King Wonka) Yeah (Yeah), yeah, it's Glock and Sett (Yeah) Take it off my hip and aim it at your neck (Fah, fah) I wake up in the morning, go and get me a check (Woo) I ain't savin' no bitch, ain't no S on my chest Dog-ass nigga ridin' in a T-Rex (Skrrt, skrrt) I ain't gettin' no sleep, tryna put shit to rest (Mmm) I'm rich and still'll hit a lick myself (Yup) You know it's a gavel and a Glock on set We crank up 'Cats, nigga, and TRX We hit a nigga's block, you know what happen next Got a cheat code, nigga, my team triple threat We sic hoes up on a nigga, give him neck I'm a longterm nigga, this P in my skin (Longterm nigga) Keepin' it gangster, know how to blend in (Keepin' it gangster, know how to blend in) Yeah, cutthroat the set, I ain't got no friends (Uh-uh) I'm ridin' in a Lam', but my wrist cost a Benz (Skrrt) Ayy, 7.62s for you and your mans (Fah, fah) You play, you get popped like a Percocet-10 Ayy, I hit his bitch and got lost in the wind (Huh?) Lil' bruh caught a body, tryna do it again Gen5 on my hip, yeah, you know that's my twin (Glock) Letras de cancionesMy pockets on Khaled, all I know is win (Yeah) The mafia, te amo, tell him cut us in (Murder and love) My pockets be stuffed, loaded, full of bands (I loaded 'em, nigga) We takin' these drugs, we ain't turnin' shit in I'm knockin' on her, T mackin' her friend We spinnin' niggas' blocks, we miss and spin again (Double back) 3 got a silent gun and it's metal (It's a suppressor) Back then, book a nigga for Berettas Rerun killers, this shit get no better (Rerun killers) Hawk Down Gang, you know we gon' kill you (Pussy nigga) 1523, I'ma die 'bout them letters, on members Look at my chain, quarter mil' for them letters (Yup) Bitch say I'm handsome, don't know I'm the devil (Uh) Shout out my opps 'cause they not on my level (Yep)i Money in my mind and all on my schedule Turn dirt to diamonds, just look at the bezel Granny told me stay away from them heifers This bitch Vanessa was a finesser, she'll suck the soul up out your life Fell asleep with a chopper by the dresser, yeah, that's like every night (Uh) Never did crack, can't leave my pipe (Uh-uh) Niggas rappin' 'bout a whole 'nother nigga life (Yeah) They'll get you gone if the price is right (Yeah) I mean everything I rap, aight? (Okay) Hell nah, I don't work for the morgue (Nope) I'll put you in the dirt, my chopper a shovel (Gon' bury shit) You the type spin with a new nigga I'm the type of nigga still spin with my brother (Spin with my members) Aw yeah, nigga, my switch my twin Make it rattle to the opps, tap it, it stutter (Nigga stutter like me) She ain't know Crook 'fore the fame, she don't get no chain, a dime, I can't trust her Run with the hustlers, boppa bop your mama (Bop your mama) Spin, he don't die, hope he stuck in a coma (Spin back) Forever blitz shit, never miss (Never miss) Six-two hit a nigga ass, make him turnover and fumble Fuck nigga They know how we comin', nigga We got that Glock on set, nigga Like on set wherever we at, live action From Letras Mania