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Coming live from the stash house Taking all of the trash out High ceiling like Shaq's house Every time that I rap now They all want me to pay dues Trap here like escape rooms Heating up like it's late June Stop believing the fake news (huh, huh) Ain't no doubt about it, my dick getting crowded Why they do me foul now? Fuck it, bucket, count it (and one, uh) They're calling me soft, they're not really wrong I'm rocking velour (huh) You not on a boat, well that doesn't matter We going for shore No jewelry on me, they took it off me like I'm Ben Baller They got me up in court, I'm with the set like Travis Barker Ain't no capping with this paper like a Magic Marker They can't jack it, I'm a fire starter Wait, wait, wait Give me that velour outfit, nigga Sure, anything Gimme your shoes too, bruh Please, don't hurt me. I'll do fucking anything We gon' tie you up, bruh Letras de cancionesSay less In and out the back quick They cannot see me like I'm backlit Everybody told me I was batshit Now they looking past like a has-been Stay up in the back like an ad-lib They ain't really cracking like a ChapStick lip They don't wanna see the lil' dick kid growing any bigger than he is But I swing big, don't I? Smoking marijuana I want to sit down and just chop it up, Benihana I'm cold-blooded with this shit, I'm coming like iguana They should never really judge us for this shit, Your Honor That would be H-E-A-Rsay Why, that's hearsay Mobbing with the gang If you hating then it's fear-based You don't know a thing 'bout us baby, that is clear as day I'm just with my friends smoking marijuana H-E-A-Rsay Why, that's hearsay Mobbing with the gang If you hating then it's fear-based You don't know a thing 'bout us baby, that is clear as day I'm just with my friends smoking marijuana From Letras Mania