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Every time I see my opps, I'm gon' flip shit In the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich dick Too rich to go on drills so I send hits If rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks I don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit I really spent like ten thousand on this fit I ain't gon' lie lately I been on my Rick shit Ain't gotta turn the lights on 'cause my wrist lit This ain't no lil' boy ice, this a big kit My bitch came with a bitch, my Drake came with a clip I got like a hundred thousand in Miri Nigga, I wouldn't let a stylist get near me I don't ever see my opps out 'cause they fear me Them boys only on the 'Gram tryin' to DM me I got a Palm Angel leather jacket on, nigga I rapped about my whole outfit on a song, nigga These ain't no regular goggles that I got on, nigga These chrome, nigga I'm young but my money grown, nigga Temper short but my money long, nigga You ain't no real P, you ain't no hitter I tell my young nigga go, he gon' go get 'em Letras de cancionesPut a switch on the whip, hit like four nigga Nigga, I don't ever trip 'cause I know killas Nigga always talkin' shit that don't know Skilla I get a nigga shot tomorrow like GloRilla You can only hang with me if you spin shit Nigga, all my ice water, I do trim shit All my money blue, all my hoes slim thick When we spin shit, double back if we don't hit shit I just got rich, my old nigga been rich Man, give that bitch to me, you ain't gon' spin shit I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch Dolla got a road down the way, he let me send shit Peace to the guys, I got shot one time and three nigga died I cut everybody off, they keep bein' odd Some shit I just really leave up to God I'm tryin' to catch a hat and you can see it in my eyes I'm the truth, nigga, these nigga lyin' If I ain't on they ass, why these nigga dyin'? If I ain't on they ass, why these nigga cryin'? If I ain't on they ass, why these nigga hidin'? If I ain't on they ass, why my nigga slidin'? My nigga slide by himself, he shootin' and drivin' Nigga don't talk shit to me, only fake pages I let my lil' nigga slide 'cause they dangerous I don't tell my nigga stay safe, I say stay dangerous Rich as fuck, nigga, wish me luck, nigga Man, I got the other side sick as fuck, nigga And fuck the dead opps, dig 'em up, nigga Gang Don't respect no new opps, they just fake threats I just bought some new Glocks with my paycheck Standin 'over him like nigga, take that, take that Lil' bro the hottest in the city, they ain't even seen his face yet 'Cause he always masked up and he quick to blast off Got a contract with my killas so I keep some cash tucked Couple opps been goin' missin', I think they got bad luck And it ain't no competition, nigga, they can't pass us Back ends, dog shit, new switches make 'em fall quick We gon' run this ho and turn her mouth into a ball pit If they ever cross that line of scrimmage, we gon' all blitz Forty ringin', he got Facetime, they wish that call missed From Chi-raq like I'm Sosa, I'm who these bitches love Got blicks on us, mean muggin' while we in the club He think he steppin' how we thuggin', we gon' give him slugs Bitch, I'm a gangsta like my cousin, it's just in the blood, bitch Every time I see my opps, I'm gon' flip shit In the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich dick Too rich to go on drills so I send hits If rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks I don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit I really spent like ten thousand on this fit From Letras Mania