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I love to get high, I like to geek up We got aim, boy (C'mon) Don't get stained, boy (We got aim, boy) This a AMG, takin' off like Range, boy (C'mon) Got two phones on me, gotta see when that pape' call (See when that pape' call) Racks on me, all day That yo bitch? Tryna fuck her whole face (Let's go) We get money, blue checks over here (No cap) Paid fifty, [?] [?] Foreign lil' shit, I think she come from Trinidad (Real) Lil 1600, can't fuck with the kid (Nah) Blacked out, new Audi, can't see where the whip was at (No way) When my brother died, ain't shed a tеar (Bee) I ran that money up, that's how I dealt with that (Bee, bee) Old ho, want me six feet outta hеre Dropped that bitch, then I flex on her stupid ass (C'mon) I dropped outta that school, I don't care Ever since I been gettin' money, fair, doin' stupid math I got so many sons, so apparently, I had to go and Burberry the book bag That's yo ho? I don't even wan' share the bitch, all my hoes say that she scary and look bad Rock all new Louis, sad it's yo minimal, but this shit doin' too much in a good way (Too much) That bitch told me she don't know what car I drive, point to the front, I say, "Ho, what the hood say?" (Skrrt) Letras de cancionesFrom NY, but I be in the six, so like bitch, I'm the 6, yo bitch fuck with my feng shui In LA, and I'm pourin' up Tris, and my brudda like Lefty, he fuck with that gun play We get money, blue checks over here (No cap) Paid fifty, [?] [?] Foreign lil' shit, I think she come from Trinidad (Real) Lil 1600, can't fuck with the kid Blacked out, new Audi, can't see where the whip was at When my brother died, ain't shed a tear (Bee) I ran that money up, that's how I dealt with that (Bee, bee) Let's go I got a bad ho, she servin' face Fuck up her backbone, then send her back home I got a lasso, wrap on her waist I'm tryna put these boys on, tryna teach these lil' boys how to grind, they don't know how to skate (Blatt, blatt, blatt, ha) Took the ho to the Bahamas, and put her in yacht, her last nigga had her in a lake (Let go) I show her the racks, and she fainted Been blowin' on exotic gas, this shit got me sedated This AMG rippin' the pavement I need them racks, 'cause the fuck? I ain't waitin' on a payment This new Cybertruck, bitch I'm whippin' the latest (Skrrt) I got four pockets full, it ain't baby [?] They say me and bro got perfect aim (Boom, boom, boom, boom) We got aim, boy (C'mon) Don't get stained, boy (We got aim, boy) This a AMG, takin' off like Range, boy (C'mon) Got two phones on me, gotta see when that pape' call (See when that pape' call) Racks on me, all day That yo bitch? Tryna fuck her whole face (Let's go) Let's go From Letras Mania