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Yeah, it go down whenever I say it's up I'm too far gone, been tryna save my soul Whatever it come with, just tell 'em sign me up, huh Fuck what they tell you, run that money up I used to be a robber, I ain't givin' nothin' up I lost too many niggas and that shit fuck me up I used to be a hot (Boy, boy) Never act like what I'm not (Boy, boy) Better not let us get that drop 'cause, oh, boy I'll have them youngins on your top, who want war? These niggas not me, come and try me, shit is not easy That's my kind, yeah, my twin, we somethin' like Siamesе I rap pain, they tryna tell me I'm likе Rod Wave I used to be a hot (Boy, boy) I never act like somethin' I'm not (Boy, boy) You better not let us get that drop 'cause, oh, boy I'll have them youngins on your top and, oh, Lord I'm still that youngin from the block (Boy, boy) Knew I'd make it, why they shocked? (Boy, boy) My money can't fit in my sock no more And it's like every time I drop, they want more Hot boy, my unc' 'nem was a basehead Hunxho son is Xhosen, golden me, I got like eight kids I graduated, my friend died, so he ain't get to make his Letras de cancionesOzempic shot for a fat nigga work slower than a Drac' shell (Hot, hot) Brodie did time in the penitentiary, he BG Heroin in his system, Turk got it from his TT Brodie tried to kill hisself, Weezy, believe me And he was a juvenile, the judge gave him a three-piece Street niggas worldwide, to stay alive a dedication Better leave them kids alone, unc', ain't no hesitation Shoot first, ask you is you dead last, shit crazy And he didn't ask, man, this shit crazy You askin' questions over the fed phone, that shit (Hot, hot) You go and damage a nigga headstone, that shit (Hot, hot) You caught a gun case in the red zone, that shit (Hot, hot) He scary as hell, he dead wrong I used to be a hot (Boy, boy) I never act like somethin' I'm not (Boy, boy) You better not let us get that drop 'cause, oh, boy I'll have them youngins on your top and, oh, Lord I'm still that youngin from the block (Boy, boy) Knew I'd make it, why they shocked? (Boy, boy) My money can't fit in my sock no more And it's like every time I drop, they want more Hold up, we never wanted to be street, this shit chose us My son a don, he only three, his name Xhosen Live by the gun, die by the gun, that's how it goes and But I ain't goin' Frozen, yeah, my neck frozen Huh, chosen, they know that I'm goated Yeah, OD on any nigga owe me A young OG, niggas never hoed me Never trust these niggas, I ain't listen when she told me Any nigga play, they know I psych, go to the old me Diss, I catch his baby on that bike and it be OV Know I gotta make it, so I'm playin' like it's OT We run this shit over for whoever try to stop us (Stop us) Ride for my niggas like Chevelles, know I pop up For any argument, just call me a doctor, shot somethin' Mad Max, you know I walk with real top shottas I used to be a hot (Boy, boy) I never act like somethin' I'm not (Boy, boy) You better not let us get that drop 'cause, oh, boy I'll have them youngins on your top and, oh, Lord I'm still that youngin from the block (Boy, boy) Knew I'd make it, why they shocked? (Boy, boy) My money can't fit in my sock no more And it's like every time I drop, they want more From Letras Mania