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Pop out the car, I shoot my chop I don't understand these brand new opps Make that call, I close down shop North to the West, we got it on lock Drill in designer like Kay Flock I love you bae, like my Glock You my heart, you my rock You my sun, you my star 'Nother shootout through the night, damn (Thanks, Yakree) I could've lost my life, damn Thank God I shot [?] Just sent JB a kite She love my stolen rentals She laid up with a killers On A block with them members I got her smoking filters She knowing I be with the set Deep in that pussy, it's wet Scamming, I run up a check Finessing, she gave me [?] I'm speeding, I hope I don't wreck She kissing the cyst on my neck I'm kissing her all on her neck She say I'm a killer, I say that's a bet Bought her designer, that's my lil' Barbie She love my watch, she watching my Carti' Letras de cancionesJust hit the club, get shit rocking Sis from the bricks, she know I'm popping Back to the block, just me and the guys She bought me a Glock, she know she a vibe Call up Dukes, he gon' slide Know how many mamas we made cry Know how many niggas that done died Know how many niggas we done shot Know how many niggas we done killed All these niggas wanna be opps All these niggas really be cops Fresh off a drill, back to the block Deep in the water, she know how we rock Chop got a fifty, it come with a stock Dripping designer, I'm rocking Dior Scream, "Go deep," I give her some more Said she love to be with the 6 'cause she know we upping the score Opps be broke, opps be poor Pray to Yahweh, thanking the Lord 'Member we was broke, slide in the Ford Now we hop out of the double R doors Standing on business inside a suite She acting crazy, I give her the boot 'Member was broke, now I got loot She on the ground, keep that shit cute Stop all that whining, girl, stop lying Hit from the back, she loving my diamonds Youngest in charge, she know that I'm shining I was outside shooting shit for Zion I was outside shooting shit for Casey If I die, my block won't make it Playing with voodoo, shoutout my Haitian I don't mean to drive you crazy Since then back, my money got bigger I got famous, shit got little Mama asking me to change But ma, I be with the killers Ma, I be with the hitters Ma, your son a cold blood driller Pittsburgh, I'm a stealer AV6, ain't nobody realer Ayy, she ride with me in the splat She know lil' 6 be catching them hats She screaming out, "Meechie," I hit from the back She like real niggas, don't fuck with no rats She know that I'm rich, she know I got racks I'd give my last to free crack I'd give my last to be last And we still turning fuck niggas to packs And we still turning fuck niggas to zas Send a hundred shots all out of the car He tried to run, ain't make it far I pop a Perc', she pop a bar She getting drunk, loose off that Rémy Riding through Houston looking at the city She ask me why, I did it for Bibby I'll lose it all standing on business Standing on business, bitch Feel me From Letras Mania