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In LA with my nigga Herb, my twin from the raq I ain't gon' lie, my nigga starvin', he'll sin for the stacks Spent 90 days in the trap just to leave and catch a hat Quick to get a nigga robbed with four nines, welcome to Vulture Island In my hood they call me Simon, killers do what I say Every diamond came from Gary, they think this from Eliante My wrist on, get out my way, my Cuban link on pave' I keep her, yeah, I'm naughty, come get your bitch out my face Thank God I went legit, from street shit, I chose rap Grab a million from the raq, hop on the plane and fly back Hundred shots go off for free, he died but he fired back Though lil' foenem was from the D, they scratched off in five scats I'm in the BP Cadillac, we got double Rs back to back Switch start glitchin' like he got Tourette's Switch three bitches, I was off X I'm gettin' rich, I ain't breakin' a sweat I just got an Ascap check And I bought me a Rolex, that bitch rose like Moet Dropped the cap you ain't catchin' no hat, we doin' the dash in scats, nigga Fuck yo' hood, I ain't coppin' Ps, bitch, if it's that, it's that, nigga I'm with G Herbo in the raq but I can't lack it, ain't in me I ain't laughin' with none of these hoes, bitch, take 'em off, I'm dead serious I done did more hoes than Michael Jackson did the shows, nigga I done sold more bows than Ralph Lauren done sold clothes, nigga Letras de cancionesPiece hittin', this ain't come from Johnny, we ain't like nigga I bought bitches bodies, I'm her bitch ass boyfriend's nightmare I don't just be sayin' shit, my boys all really rich for real When I'm in the field, I keep that whistle on me, Emmit Till PTSD from them gun shots, them bitches give me chills Trap bangin', nah, for real, cookie sales, Mrs. Fields Lord knows I can't afford another F, but nigga playin' god The whole city know what me and cuz do on the inside All we know is scats, tracks, Hellcats, red eyes My lil' bitch keep blick, she quick to face some shit, Baroline On they ass, y'all nigga knew we'd be on yeah time, alright That's my uncle in that kitchen makin' his hand lock, alright Where your mask when you in that kitchen? Make ya ass pass out, alright Bitch, I love when you come through, have that ass out Lord, we the reason they buy hearses, we buy bitches purses I know nigga who want it all but ain't tryin' to put that work in Pull up in the turtle, bulletproof, I make nigga nervous Bring a friend when you slide through, make this shit a circus Fuck me right now, girl, come fuck me right now Ho already know I'm lit, she sucking dick straight on the flight out It's her and her friend right now, I wanna see, don't turn the light out Can't get no sleep and this money keep callin' me, I'm putting 'em right out Lil' bro got locked, sent the kite out, scope on the AR, took the sight out We got twenty Glocks when we pop out, nigga get killed, what we fightin' about? With some boss nigga that's locked in, wanna see me win Fuck nigga walked into that Glock Ten, made CNN I know trap stars sell green and hard, no CPNs I got five percent on eight cars, can't see me in And my big cuz, he renegade, he GDK but he GDN He VK might kill his mans, gotta watch his kin He don't want no bust down watch, he want the newest gen Slide off the strength and let off shots, I'm still gon' hit his head Like he discovered young buck that fucked up many men You thought doe boy was one of us, we jump out mini vans From Letras Mania