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Yeah (Uh-huh) It's the biggest creature, Watelse (The Block Ness Monster) Blockworks Two-way, deuce, siete The Mafia way, yeah (Standing taller than Big Foot) Mr. Jacksonville Where we at? Watelse (It get gargantuan) Free my niggas twenty-three-and-one and never see the sun Brodie just came home Two years parole but still he keep his drum Police wanna read my rights I'm just trying to feed my Son (Gang gang) 227, ConCreatures, niggas know that we them ones Jackboys wanna tie me up, wish they could duct tape us All this money I keep counting up, shit got them frustrated Audemar rose, fully blowed, I had to touch bases All my cars, clothes, jewelry, and my hoes updated Nigga flossing like he smashing brickies, he be pump faking All the choppers came with ass and titties, this a rump shaker Up Dracy, what's shaking? I dare you jump brazy Said he wanna try my necklace on, tell him to come take it Left titi the etches on the plate after I'm done scraping Letras de cancionesKnow I tolerate no disrespect, It won't be none taken Brick of Eukanuba cut, 101 Dalmatians On the Westside with a team of shooters like it's Dub Nation Crash course in moving icks, this shit like stocks and bonds I had the dashboard doing tricks in that soccer mom He get them 5 for 100, told him that's not a bargain I'm all about the money, all about a profit margin Told him he paying too much, the ticket I could beat it I run game, so when it's ran on me, I could peep it It ain't no secret Gimme got shot up and blew to pieces Gimme what you got, what you don't got, you can keep it I'm sharecropping, cotton picking with the Mary Poppins 100 off of one play, that's a sundae with the cherry toppings Big 580 in the driveway and I barely wash it Sis the boss, so if she set it off, nah I don't care to squash it Been coaching shooters all my life, I feel like Perry Watson Send them Grinches down your chimney hitting, trying to tear your stocking I'll shoot the Durag off your head and leave your hair with blotches Gang like the Marine Corps, now I got military options The agent that still on my case, I know somewhere he watching Me and my three bitches, when we finish, they gon' share my Johnson My right pocket look like it grew up somewhere in Compton Plug took the light socket, now I'm too up to care who plotting Watching my moves, nigga must got a staring problem Just me and M, iced up in the coupe with that Aaron Rodgers Head of a drug ring, the opposite of Harry Potter No free felony favors, got to profit off of every dollar (Lets get this money) Crash course in moving icks, this shit like stocks and bonds I had the dashboard doing tricks in that soccer mom He get them 5 for 100, told him that's not a bargain I'm all about the money, all about a profit margin Told him he paying too much, the ticket I could beat it I run game, so when it's ran on me, I could peep it It ain't no secret Gimme got shot up and blew to pieces Gimme what you got, what you don't got, you can keep it From Letras Mania