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Mmm, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah Put that shit on like AB, ballin' on them like KD I'ma need me a straitjacket, "Why?" 'Cause I'm goin' crazy She wanna be my Queen Bey, want me to be her JAY-Z Bitch asked me for a Jeep, told her, "This Maybelline, bitch, that's maybe" "So, when you goin' to the top?" Lil' bro said, "Take me" I used to be on the block, boy, but I don't know no Tay Keith Somebody come pour me out, bitch, I'm in this shit waist deep Your hundred thou' to my hundred thou', used to put fives on eighthy The car I'm in is an eight-speed, hope the cops don't chase me Middle fingers to the law, bitch, I'll never let 'em break me Postin' another nigga bands, nigga, you can't even pay me Told the bitch I don't want her pussy, the bitch proceeded to rape me How I take shots, I take sweeps Shit around here, it ain't sweet Fuck 'em niggas, man, they sweet Pussy-ass niggas, gay sweet Put me in a Kanye suite Havin' drip like an AC Havin' drip like a leak My style ain't free, you gotta pay me Maybach Mercedes Bitch, I named her Sadie Letras de cancionesBetter turn on the PlayStation, bitch cannot play me Auntie caught me prayin', ten K to my auntie I'm like, "Auntie, you raised me," but she like, "Nah, you ain't gotta pay me" Put some respect on my name like Baby Chief Keef (Bang), play with the ki', Zaytiggy (Ziggy) Doin' all that talkin', SayCheese (Talk, but she like, "Nah, you ain't gotta pay me) Bitch say she wanna be a city girl, so- JT, JT Bitch say she wanna be a city girl, so- JT, JT JT, JT (Yeah) JT, JT (Mmm) Put some respect on my name like Baby (Woo) Bitch, I'm the Huncho, pay me (Huncho) Bang, bang, huh, Chief Keef (Bang) Play with the ki', Zaytiggy (Ziggy) Doin' all that talkin', SayCheese (Talkin') Bitch say she wanna be a city girl, so I'ma call her JT (JT) Can't save a ho, you can't make me (Nah) Steppin', two feet (Step) I told that bitch to scrub the ground, she thought she was goin' to Freaknik (Scrub) Ever since my bro The Rocket took off, I been too geeked (Rocket) Brr, now my crew geeked (Brr) Get tactical with my technique (Tactical) You wanna kick it? Call Messi (Go) You wanna kick it? Call Ronaldo I got narcotics and narcos (Narcos) White diamonds, Jack Harlow (White) Remember trappin' in my cargos (Trap) Now it's pounds in the cargo (Cargo) Walkin' out of Wells Fargo (Walk) I'll spin with my twin, Charlo (Spin) So you know I'ma crash, GEICO (Crash) Put me next to Elon (Elon) I'm high steppin' like Deion (Woo) My heart froze so cold, nigga, I'm on the shelf with Freon (Ice) What you doin' in my section? (Huh?), we don't know this peon Your bitch lookin' so sexy (Bitch), I'm tryna see what she on (She on) Maybach, call it Quaybach (Quaybach) Never trap where I stay at (Nah) Niggas thought I couldn't make it (Huh?) Just like Diddy, told 'em take that (Take that) I'm breakin' shit, Kit-Kat (Break it) Somebody tell me where the lick at (Where?) Then pop a pill, Tic-Tac (Pill) You not alone, where your strap at? (Rrah) Where your strap at? (Rrah) Where your strap at? (Rrah) Maybach, call it Quaybach My heart froze so cold, nigga, I'm on the shelf with freon Bro finna appeal They ain't got shit, keep it real Pussy, we don't fuck with you, we never did and never will Brodie put up three seals Know I had to seal the deal Watch what you be postin' on that Reel, real get you killed Hellcat doin' tricks, more tricks than a seal Broke-ass nigga kill his mama just to inherit her Will Wrap the Range over teal, banana Hellcat peel 'Bout the bills they killl, I'm pullin' up with my ills Ain't from the H, but I'm trill, I was trill up in the field You not smokin' gas, that's ill, Chief So be smokin' that kill Sip codeine when I'm ill, she wanna touch me, see if I'm real She told me we gettin' married, I said, "Get the fuck out of here" I call the shots 'round here, you could play, not 'round here Got a diamond, never in my ear, this bitch bigger than my ear Bitch, I'ma send you a car, your ass'll never drive here Yeah, Chief So drive spaceships, but that shit'll never fly here From Letras Mania