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Count the dead guys Look like Bed Stuy This a red eye They ain’t even outside I don’t like how they actin’ I don’t like how they actin’ Tell a n**** get up in traffic N**** they be rappin’ I’m in traffic trappin rappin’ plastic Hop up out the cut Late night I’mma let you have it Sound like where the fucking concert Without they fucking clapping Tool on me in a trench coat I look like GoGo Gadget I just put a 50 on my glizzy Don’t tote 44 magnum I done put a switch not a 50 off automatic N**** I ain’t ready for war Matter of fact n*** I ain’t beefin’ with n** I’d rather go fuck on his whore (They doin bad, anyway) N** ain’t know I ain’t flexin’ Ask about a n**** I’m steppn YL like 6’2 Letras de cancionesBut the f & n like 5’7 I go Sinclair before I go Giuseppe I go lay down before I go to tellin Box em up, send em to heaven Rappin’ this brick like a present Rappin’ the brick Stampin the brick N**** play round w this shit Swear to god this over with Hop out a n**** get hit N**** be rapping N** ain’t sliding N** be clappin on shit My n*** get active and shit Fuckin this bitch her ass so fat I fuck from the back, it sounds like I’m slapping the bitch Ridin’ with scope sticks, beans and shits I’m on some tactical shit She tryna act mean but I know a bitch is extra and shit She got on her knees so she find out I get racks and shit I can’t fuck with the team cause it’s filled with rats and shit Please don’t intervene, tryna come between my pack and shit Pull up clear the scene, n*** make everybody go pat they shit They know who I be Double SS, we gon’ smack the shit Count the dead guys Look like Bed Stuy This a red eye They ain’t even outside I don’t like how they actin’ I don’t like how they actin’ Tell a n** get up in traffic From Letras Mania