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(Kill 'em, Shui) Walk up, push a nigga shit back, we invented that Real nigga, I ain't with the trollin' on the internet I'm the type bump into you, see if you really into that Been certified before a IG, fuck that blue check I'm the type turn into the plug from the middle man I'm the type front you what you buy, I might double that I'm the type lampin' at the crib where your mama at I'm the type have your baby mama bring a hundred pack Baow-baow, chicka-chicka, you think I wasn't get you, did you? Share locations, get up up him close, it make his mental wiggle I was fightin' attempt, I went to court, threw up my middle finger Thug life, hit him with that Hellcat, he Suge Knight Drink a eight of Wock' up, put my Glock up, then goodnight I can't pop outside without my gun, nigga, then goodnight You the type of nigga to let your mans die and don't slide I'm the type of nigga to pop up late, I been here nine times Threat him, run up on him, baow, I'm the messenger Foenem steady tweakin' off them drugs, they poppin' Teslas Pop his ass, then wonder, "Did I really fuck my blessin' up?" God, you know he made do it, he tweakin' like we ain't into it, nigga Walk up, push a nigga shit back, we invented that Real nigga, I ain't with the trollin' on the internet Letras de cancionesI'm the type bump into you, see if you really into that Been certified before a IG, fuck that blue check I'm the type turn into the plug from the middle man I'm the type front you what you buy, I might double that I'm the type lampin' at the crib where your mama at I'm the type have your baby mama bring a hundred pack I'm the type of nigga pop out with the Glock, I let the switch talk Turn into V. Roy while I'm on them hits, lettin' the whole clip off These nigga pussy, man, these niggas baby food, these niggas really soft Got me to the toughest nigga in the room, I want the big dog I'm a real nigga goin' on them things, I ain't never froze Real nigga sittin' in the cell, I ain't never told I'm the type of nigga have your main bitch out here dumpin' loads Fuck her in a trap, that bitch got naked walkin' past them 'bows Gotta cop the whole four-four-eight 'cause I ain't sellin' Os Addicted to this cash, hood pharmacist, I don't never close I don't give a fuck, rob who? Pussy, get killed Put this Glock on your bitch-ass, then switch clips Walk up, push a nigga shit back, we invented that Real nigga, I ain't with the trollin' on the internet I'm the type bump into you, see if you really into that Been certified before a IG, fuck that blue check I'm the type turn into the plug from the middle man I'm the type front you what you buy, I might double that I'm the type lampin' at the crib where your mama at I'm the type have your baby mama bring a hundred pack From Letras Mania