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Iso I just wanna come and play I just opt up in the street I just opt up in that new G Tryna get it away She said she gon' choose me But it ain't 'cause I get paid Personal gas rage Look at my pockets, cape, uh huh Stay, bro joined down with the K I had to strap my bitch up You better kill him bae Sip on that liquor, get hiccups On that Xan had a hard time getting up The bitch won't turn me on, still Like her because I'm getting up Right now she got to tipping off What level is you tryna get on? 'Cause if you wanna be like Jace And say the same that you may never get on I'm that junkie, get ripped on She freaky, she wanna get spit on Gang tryna figure out who they gon' spin on 7-6-2 and he tripped on, okay Letras de canciones Racks in that duffel, okay His face get flat in a puddle I kill a nigga 'bout my brother And my new bitch says she a lover I gotta new gun, I'm 'a need another Call it fast, that nigga flash flood, yeah I got it That's it You can keep that Yeah, hey, you know A lotta niggas gon' pose and all that type of shit You niggas ain't getting no money You niggas never kill the song, never heard a song You know how that go, uh huh Stay, bro joined down with the K I had to strap my bitch up You better kill him bae Sip on that liquor, get hiccups On that Xan had a hard time getting up The bitch won't turn me on, still Like her because I'm getting up Right now she got to tipping off What level is you tryna get on? 'Cause if you wanna be like Jace And say the same that you may never get on I'm that junkie, get ripped on She freaky, she wanna get spit on Gang tryna figure out who they gon' spin on 7-6-2 and he tripped on From Letras Mania