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You ain't compared to us (Not with us) You get bread, or what? Worst off, yeah, we wanna see you worst off (Yeah) Are you mad? (Yes) Are you glad? (Yes) Are your diamonds off, diamonds off? (Yes) I see dead people in my head (Dead) You ain't inside, we get ya chopped (Loo-ha-ha-ha) You ain't on our side, we get you flopped, uh Hers bag Chanel (Woo-woo), punch mag Draco (Yeah-yeah) Trunk full of hunnids (Woo-woo), and some drugs, it's a coke-soon (Yeah, yeah-yeah) Yeah (Woo), we could call the priest (Chop) Who you gon' call? (Ha) You gon' call, police, huh? (Yeah, how the—) Why the fuck you fall? Hit ya artеries (Woo, woo) How I stand tall? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch (Woo, woo, woo) How I fly high? 'Cause I ball, lil' bitch (Ball) How thе fuck you died? Turn you into swiss (Woo) Frog eye, bitch (Wha'?), open wide, bitch (Uh) You gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch Seen, seen ya flyin' off so far Moon, compromise, I ain't makin' room No, you can't see in, it's all got tint I don't hit the five, I hit the ten We stay out Four Seasons, fuck the Wynn Three little piggies, we comin' in You hand us scissors, we cut you thin Letras de cancionesIt's back to back geek mode, on time again (You ain't compared to us You get bread, or what?) You ain't compared to us (Not with us) You get bread, or what? Worst off, yeah, we wanna see you worst off (Yeah) Are you mad? (Yes) Are you glad? (Yes) Are your diamonds off, diamonds off? (Yes) I see dead people in my head (Dead) You ain't inside, we get ya chopped (Loo-ha-ha-ha) You ain't on our side, we get you flopped, uh Hers bag Chanel (Woo-woo), punch mag Draco (Yeah-yeah) Trunk full of hunnids (Woo-woo), and some drugs, it's a coke-soon (Yeah, yeah-yeah) Yeah (Woo), we could call the priest (Chop) Who you gon' call? (Ha) You gon' call, police, huh? (Yeah, how the—) Why the fuck you fall? Hit ya arteries (Woo, woo) How I stand tall? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch (Woo, woo, woo) How I fly high? 'Cause I ball, lil' bitch (Ball) How the fuck you died? Turn you into swiss (Woo) Frog eye, bitch (Wha'?), open wide, bitch (Uh) You gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch Seen, seen ya flyin' off so far Moon, compromise, I ain't makin' room No, you can't see in, it's all got tint I don't hit the five, I hit the ten We stay out Four Seasons, fuck the Wynn Three little piggies, we comin' in You hand us scissors, we cut you thin It's back to back geek mode, on time again You ain't compared to us You get bread, or what? From Letras Mania