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(Wake up, F1LTHY) Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on Wake up everyday, get high (get high) Wake up everyday, reload my fye (no cap) Vamp from the ten with a Drac' and a .9 (no cap) Fulton County police, they watchin', they spyin' (they spyin') Step in that trap, it get scary, 505 Nigga they scary, they run from the dip, and they hidin' (they hidin') They be tellin' and hidin' on the God damn gang, know the fuck niggas be lyin' (they lyin') I be trippin', I be think you on one (on one) If I got to I'll bust one, I'll pop out my cell and punch 'em up This shit ain't lovе, this shit lust, I'll get off, leave 'еm in the dust Xanny bars, they got me creepin' And I popped a opp last week They scary as hell, they know I be with demons I pull out, she can have my semen Her friend for the swoop, I couldn't even fuck her neither Nigga he scary, I'll rob him at Neimans I put the fye on 'em, he dead just like Meechie Yeah, I had fucked her too, 'cause that hoe freaky Yeah, uh, and he told on us, yeah, that shit sickening Yeah, but they know lil' Glokk shoot that Glock different Huh, I'm on X, they be X'd for a reason Got no X, pop a ecstasy, stop breathin' We'll run up on him, we got vampire fangs Letras de cancionesI ain't never went out bad, never changed my name 2021, nigga had to walk through that rain Don't play with me, boy, I got hella aim I bring two Glocks like I'm Max Payne They be actin' like they killers like Damon Wayans (yeah) They go back, talk to snitches, that shit a shame Pop a Perc' and I think 'bout takin' chains (yeah) Pop a Xan' and they tellin' me, ''Take a chain'' Judge try to sit me down, 'cause I never change Still be hard, I said the same thing Bitch off Xanny bars and cocaine, ugh Put a dick on the Glock, I extended it They talkin' 'bout the damn gang, give me leverage, bitch I done put a Draco, this bitch heaven-sent (draco) And they watch me like show like I'm Malcolm X Take his pay just like Flock in his last breath And they want the smoke, I'm like, ''Bet'' Money on my head, but I ain't die yet I'm tryna fuck the bitch, I grabbed that ho' neck Know I get swifty nigga, on the police GL4 and I walk in with the glizzy out, hope they don't notice me, huh I fuck her one night, take her overseas Can ya' have some money?, I'm like, "Bitch, please" SRT, Scoot track, they can't fuck with me, huh I'm the baddest, stick got double D's Fake war story, that shit make believe, yeah I can't fuck with you like I'm a gypsy Ain't do nothin' for her, she still miss me Call up BabySolid, that's my mini me I'm not African but I be with beeds Playin' with this shit, shit gettin' steep Took his damn whip, hotbox Jeep Broke, on house arrest, and I hear the beep If he play with me, know his ass tweak Huh, beat his ass if his ass play with BL, huh Hell nah, we don't take no L's Huh, my face card good in jail I'll go to hell before I go to jail In this hotbox, I'm on they tail Man, I'll go door-lock, man, I don't care Leave his ass shell-shocked with no hair These niggas can't sit with us like a chair In the woods with a stick on me, like a bear I mean, we gon' cook, homie, if he keep staring I keep two bitches with me runnin' these errands Chase him out the building, boy, that boy need air Pull out your fire, nigga, I double dare This the 10 laws, whoa, go to, I'll share Vampires pop out, know it's nightmares This BabyLife shit, but we won't play fair (BL) From Letras Mania