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Yeah (Bricks fees) You know it's comin' in like twenty-six But you know what I'm sayin' I'ma throw six on there, so, so it's gon' be thirty-two to you You know A bitch could never play me, you know what I'm sayin' Because I switch bitches just like I- Switch keys, GT3 is six speed Transportation cost, I taxed them on the brick fees Gotta watch the way you stack that bread, might get your Swiz' cheesed They wanna bury Fred, I'm never scared, 'cause niggas bleed Fuckin' up the kitchen, scrape the pot it's stickin' yeah Payers fee ain't get him there, book him with that blicky, yeah I'm from where you was killin' for Jordans if you ain't get a pair My hits ain't no attempts in murder, and I ain't sendin' that Yo, I ain't sendin' that Me and Diego was too broke to hit the club we was robbin' We sent the bitch in there (We sent the bitch in there) Said, what he spinnin' now (What he spinnin' now) These hoes'll snatch a rapper room keys Mob through the lobby, we brought the stick in here Nominated, investigated, it's simultaneous Soul janky, you gotta make quarter arranges to see my babies Most the homies backdooring, and hoein', they wanna snake me All this Draco talk, I put hella bodies on this three-eighty, yeah Letras de cancionesAin't had no strap, I let him hold mine It's funny, I got locked up, I couldn't get niggas on the phone, when I had phone time Then I dug a gold mine (Dug a gold mine) Eighteen years, been droppin' jewels, bitch And bet any nigga ain't never stole mine I weren't no killer, but they pushed me Just breathin' deep, it squeeze, don't close your eyes, or you a pussy The Devil sent the Reaper to my door, but he never took me I sent him back with double smoke, the blunt, and said "Good luck and fuck your bitch", and then I- Switch keys, GT3 a six speed Pimp shit, fuck her once, fuck a bitch needs Fuck a feature, pussy nigga, keep your sixteen I'm flippin' bitches in the Bentley with the flip screen Nigga gettin' this chicken up, fuck that, fake rap love This rabbit gang, we ain't clickin' up Big Lord, I'm the reason why the young niggas throw the three fingers up What you know about takin' out a whole gang, fuckin' all the members up? Call God, and I'll send them up, yeah Six speed, fuckin' on the mix breed, yeah In the six speed, tell me what the bitch need, yeah Check-check, six speed, fuckin' on the mix breed, yeah Transportation cost, I taxed them on the brick fees Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (Nigga) Nigga play with my name, gotta switch my game, gotta switch my flows again Fuckin' on one of these Insta thots, finna crash out with these Os again Nigga be steadily dissin' me, doin' the most so I can notice him Momma view your body, I bet she relapse on that dope again It's timeout for the weak shit, I been slow cookin' this beef shit Give a fuck, nigga, on defense Throwin' white flags like yellow tape, white sheet shit Made him switch it up, he was on tour, rockin' cheap shit Niggas diamonds ain't dancin', mine tear the club up like Three-Six Too blessed to fuck with this street shit Another death come with this street shit This Mafia, insane City, this T shit I let all Lord stay at my crib, I smoke G shit Used to sneakin' work into the city, now he wanna sneak diss Tried to take Kyrie under my wing, I tried to sit him down Free my nigga Eggo, we fucked up when he brought Chris around All the Lords are not your homies, us who showed me most them niggas clout chasers Small said he was gon' violate me, bitch, you ain't got that kind of paper Fent ball, rollin', opp pack I'm smokin' I'ma flip the renegade rap at the top of the mob, they can't control it Pop a nigga seven days a week, but you easy Sunday mornin' With holes all in your church clothes, made her scream out "Holy moly" You a dick rider, you a dick sucker, fuck nigga keep on chokin' 'Bout to fuck a hoe in her lil' church clothes, make her scream out "Holy moly" Rest in peace to lil' Zody, know you in Heaven still lowkey I'ma flip the renegade rap at the top of the mob, they can't control them, yeah Yeah, yeah I'ma flip the renegade rap at the top of the mob, they can't control them Rest in peace to lil' Zody, know you in Heaven still lowkey From Letras Mania