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Yeah (Yeah) (Okay, K Money) Yeah (You know what the fuck goin' on) Niggas couldn't catch me while I'm sittin' still Shorty baby wet mouth with me, this bitch need a bib Need an R&B deal, singin' to get out the sale If I had a heart surgery, the doctor'd freeze to death (Swear to God) I'm still gettin' money, you know me, man, all is well (All is well) Did a one-on-one with your ho, I'm lil' Arnez (Arnez) Y'all niggas drinkin' Paul Pierce, I'm on all red (Yeah) Thousand dollar for the Denim Tears, rhinestones in 'em I ain't actin' like her boyfriend, I ain't roleplaying (Nah) Baptize me in the bath with Wock', I can't soul cleanse No fork, no knife, scrape the pot out with a coathanger (Skrrt) Veeze ain't nothin' special, just a nice dressing ho taker Play with me, know better Like Vic, known setter (Known setter) Sorry for my influence, I'm they favorite trendsetter Brodie down to kill a kid, he shoot up a pet, reverend (He shoot up a pet, reverend) These niggas some fuckin' fags, they should be on P-Valley This spot ain't for chillin', boy, this the dope house My dog named his daughter Dylan from dealin' coke out (Yeah) Fuck all that dog breeding, boy, we got H block Chane' bag for my bitch, four pounds of 'za Racks got me geeked, I can't even sleep, above high Letras de cancionesTook a jet plane to an island, fuck a boat ride Been done killed a nigga for his lane, boy, this my time (Baow) Took a tablespoon of Wockhardt, I need to slow down These pills make your heart pound, make your eyes pop Perc' pill make my arms itch, make me fight nod Came up lil' dirty young dealer, servin' grandmas (Serving grannies) He down to his knuckles, need a bug, that's that crumb opp I don't know how y'all listen to niggas who on Crime Stoppers (Huh?) I don't fuck with police, my first job was doin' SWAT watch I'ma raise the murder rate, then Tweet, "I pray the violence stop" (Yeah) I make sure that blue stay up to the ceiling, guess I'm Bob Marley (You hear me?) Ton of chlorine, baby, these niggas watered down (Yeah) I don't want no thotties near me, only Barbie dolls Seen a bitch spea, I ain't speak Shit gettin' sweet, labels at my feet, large amount Do them deals neat, this the corner suite trap spot (Yeah) I done grew a lot, servin' niggas I could slime out Do the drill on feet, take that boy ID, face shot All my niggas stand over shit, we don't do drive-bys He don't want his bitch at the house, he got a child lock (He got a child lock) He a throwback pic baller, ain't been fresh since prime now (Ain't been shit since prime now) Nigga, you ain't shit but square protection, you an OtterBox Find me a space helmet, I'm so fly, bitch, I'm an astronaut Send a bad bitch somewhere overseas to get her ass soft Take her to Hermès from double G to do a bag swap Niggas got no motion, tryna diss to get they fans up All the shade they throwin', it ain't workin', I got tan lines, nigga Dig what I'm sayin'? Y'all niggas better know what the fuck goin' on, man Ganger mafia, nigga, ain't no more of that fake shit None of that cap shit, man Now I'm back, before I was waitin', brother, that's just what it is, man Yeah From Letras Mania