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And this no semi-auto stick, this shit got a switch Pop out of the cut, and we gon' let that shit flick Frrr (Let that shit bitch, ayy, rolling with no thang) (Searching for the way) (This shit fires, I pray to my God) (Let me see my opp, and I,... at his top, yeah) (That's why we don't go flock) (We flip this cock, reverse, let it spot) And this no semi-auto stick, this shit got a switch Pop out of the cut, and we gon' let that shit flick Frrr, let that shit bitch, ayy, rolling with no thang And let the switch, you fill the whip, yeah And my momma always told me, "Niggas stand on bitch" (You can't stand it) I'ma daddy, lil' boy, I'm stand on that 10 You don't play with me, I need my fuckin' bankroll, bitch You know my nigga Peter up, he don't payroll me Who is dissing? (Ayy) When the Glock buck they listen, huh (Ayy, ayy) We get you lifted, huh (Ayy) T all of my dope, they blitzing, huh (Rrr) This shit kicking, huh I'ma pull up and gently kicking, huh (Kick, kick) He told he's ticking, he go early, he go missing, huh Letras de cancionesThis shit fires, I pray to my God Let me see my opp, and I shoot him at his top, yeah That's why we don't go flock, hmm We flip this cock, reverse, let it spot, hmm You with the most I keep a chop, wop, I do not box Big 50 round click, I hit your hot box Bitch, I'm still up on my bully, giving shots, shots, shots I'ma up it like fuck it, everybody catch a sound And this no semi-auto stick, this shit got a switch Pop out of the cut, and we gon' let that shit flick Frrr, let that shit bitch, ayy, rolling with no thang And let the switch, you fill the whip, yeah And my momma always told me, "Niggas stand on bitch" (You can't stand it) I'ma daddy, lil' boy, I'm stand on that 10 You don't play with me, I need my fuckin' bankroll, bitch You know my nigga Peter up, he don't payroll me From Letras Mania