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(Wake up F1lthy) Woah, woah, yeah, BL (You want smoke? I'm on it) Yeah, BL, huh Yeah, and we got mystical Draco's on all of us And we got these dirty gloves on me, I'ma start cuttin' up And this .50 round on me gon' shut him up And he told on the gang, he can't stay with us I'm on the Xan, the Perc', it got me stuck And I got that Draco on me, they got me stuck And this Glock .40 ain't by my side?, this bitch stuck Won't shoot at that goose, so that fuck nigga duck She know I'ma gangster, she know I get rough, hm When I stop trappin', I stop pleasin' everybody And I get on your ass, that's my main hobby Straight jacket on me, bitch, I'm psychotic I be fuckin' niggas hoes and I can't stop it Know I be duckin' police in the damn Dodger Yeah, I'm gon' makе a play just like I'm Aaron Rodgers I take your ass off, boy, that's for еverybody Can't wait for Sumo get out and go catch a body And this fifteen-hundred, I spent that on shoppin' Label offer me a hundred, I'll prolly drop it And this stick like a dog, I'm finna go walk it And these niggas police with they walkie talkie These niggas broke, they be some nobodies Letras de cancionesI had a .30 clip hanging out these joggers I put a .30 clip on a nigga bloggin' Capo lo' said I gotta get you, I said that copy Chop' got a Drac' in his hands, tell 'em pop it This BabyLife Spaz, they done fucked up his noggin I go on a run, I hit the BatMan, I know twelve can't find me And the stick too big, you know I can't hide it When I was fifteen, I ran through everyone pockets I'm a vampire but I post up with a goblin I posted up, F&N, right don't got me Left his body dead, and it stink like garbage Give her X pill, just 'cause the bitch wan' party I'm offended, lil' nigga, tryin' me like i'm soft Fuck his feelings, dawg, nigga, he try me, not parking And it's thirty-five shots on me, totin' that carbon And yo' bitch don't want you no more, just like old Barbie Take that boy whip and kick start it, huh Take that boy bitch, I'm not sorry Pull out my dick on this bitch and get started I told Lil' Tony spark, just like I'm Jarvis Cropped 'em out the picture just like I'm an artist We got .50s on us, time to get on him Kilo been said that let's get rid of him And we'll come to yo' house, nigga fuck that diss Know I'm king snake, backdoor shit Nigga got hit in his back with that 4 nick' Bitch was too bad I couldn't take off that Trojan Double 007, the Drac' on me heaven-sent I ain't even popped this Perc', this shit fit Pop your bitch ass, better back up your stamp And this GL4, fuck nigga, give a fuck what you rep 3rd World, Mafioso, took my last breathe And I pop 'em like Percaso, do it myself Huh, dreamin' of demons, I hang with a heathen And I caught some charges, I pistolwhip niggas until they stop breathin' And all that bullshit, feedback, I don't need it And that bullshit armed robbery, I beat it Michael Jackson with the .50, boy, I'm gon' beat it That my brother, gotta shoot, I'm never gon' leave him And I chopped the log, roll the wood like a beaver And I left the block too hot, broke the meter Get the fuck back, pussy boy, your ass tweakin' Leave 'em duck taped if you play with my demons I wan' take 'em off, I'on even think I got reasons And I walk on the beat like it's water, I'm not Jesus And the Glock leave him sick like that boy got a fever, huh This shit get wicked, nigga, honestly Uh, yeah, I'm lookin' for him, he keep dodgin' me Vamps on his ass, we gon' burn that boy, third degree Take that boy off, he was green, just like evergreen I'm poppin' my blicky, fuck boy, what you mean? G-30 in my hand, and you know it shoot mean Can't see when he shoot, squint his eyes like Chinese Ain't goin' for nun', dunk a opp like Yao Ming And this BabyLife, man, ya'll don't wanna sign with us Locked up, bunkin' on 'em, we could back it up Talkin' 'bout a slut, bitch, i could never trust Do his ass bad, left him bleedin’, boy I be on other stuff She want the Zaza, not the other stuff If we gotta go different ways, police ain’t catchin’ us She want the Zaza, not the other stuff If we gotta go different ways, police ain’t catchin’ us She want the Zaza, not the other stuff If we gotta go different ways, police ain’t catchin’ us From Letras Mania