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Ayy, bitch (Go) You know, real Murdaworth shit (Real Murdaworth shit, bitch, ayy) I ain't been on here in a minute, man, you know (I'm talkin' 'bout, bitch, go, ayy) I'm talkin' 'bout (You know, ayy) I'm on the Xanax and I'ma call it a flat and leave it at that, you know (Bitch, ayy, uh) And we be in your city, you don't even hidin' it, yo (Ayy) I'm tryna see why niggas be cappin', I been gettin' money, I throw it at bitches for fun In this bitch? Then you better have a gun, they wanna be me, huh, I'm calling 'em sons He come to the spot, get freaky, bust down a ho, bust down another for the road I can make this shit look easy, bust down a Rolls, I can make this shit too cold Mr. Bust-Down-Two-Hoes, I don't care 'bout the rates, bitch, I ain't picky Double back on that block and shit get sticky Jay and Dee want the switch, hand me thе semi When I make shit lеak red, that shit look pretty I might buy her a new hair to get a Brazilly All the shit in my closet be foreign, from Italy I change the color of a pop, reptilian Pull up on his block, that's a sticky predicament Pull off with your thot, then I'm stickin' my dick in it I got a Gen4 Glock, got two with a dick in it Pull off on the laws, I ain't finna get ticketed She just wan' fuck gang (Ayy), I'm tryna see what her brain be talkin' 'bout I'm tryna get me a chain (Ayy), if Jay don't like 'em, then Lil' Dee walk 'em down They be saying I'm insane, I be like, "Dang, hit up Johnny Dang" Letras de cancionesThe wrist be hittin', it bling, why they in they hood if that ain't what he bang? Okay, walk down lil' bro fade, shit, in LA, I fucked me an Asian, bitch Mexican, white ho, black bitches, huh, I ain't finna say shit We get payback on all our opps, no cap, boy, it's a cold case in this bitch Get wacked, boy, thinkin' 'bout savin' that bitch Lil' Dee cross-country with a QP on it Glock 30 with a .50 and that bitch pee on ya ARP or the Drac', or the one with the beam on it Came like a crutch when lil' bro lean on it Bitch, I been gone for too long, the beat feel a lil' off, to be honest Your Wock' a lil' off, to be a honest Your thot a lil' off, to be honest, a lil' Thotiana We pull on the opps, to be honest We spray up they block, to be honest, we ain't with the drama I'ma take off like a comet, she wanna eat me like Sonic (Bitch, ayy) Ain't gon' lie, I been on it, I been the shit before comics (Bitch, uh) I been the shit before retro, fuck nigga, I wasn't even born yet (Bitch, ayy) Bro got the dope on the Greyhound, happy and I ain't even scored yet (Bitch) I been going for like two minutes, y'all happy 'cause I don't even do that Like Jay say, shots ain't coming at me? Then boy, who the fuck did you shoot at? (Ayy, bitch) You gettin' money? Then prove that, I ain't gotta prove shit, pockets got hangtime I'm talkin', we don't do wallets and waste time I'm talkin' 'bout, I'm tryna count it, bro, take five Money counter count it, I'ma count it at the same time Money counter count it, if I count it, it'll take time That's yo' lil' chain? I'ma pull up and take mine Killin' these niggas who thinkin' 'bout takin' mine I'm tryna see why niggas be cappin', I been gettin' money, I throw it at bitches for fun In this bitch? Then you better have a gun, they wanna be me, huh, I'm calling 'em sons He come to the spot, get freaky, bust down a ho, bust down another for the road I can make this shit look easy, bust down a Rolls, I can make this shit too cold Mr. Bust-Down-Two-Hoes, I don't care 'bout the rates, bitch, I ain't picky Double back on that block and shit get sticky Jay and Dee want the switch, hand me the semi When I make shit leak red, that shit look pretty I might buy her a new hair to get a Brazilly All the shit in my closet be foreign, from Italy I change the color of a pop, reptilian On the Xanax right now, call it a flat and leave it at that From Letras Mania