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Pop out with these diamonds on me, pop out with your bitch too Had a lot of karma back in blood, we aiming heads too Head shot, dead shot, made a nigga think twice Ran up on the gang, we let it bang, niggas, we take lives See, I can't even move in silence, bitch, you know I tiptoe Creep up on a nigga, turn his head into a peephole Pop out with them switches on me, pop out with my Glocks too Got a lot of bitches, you my favorite, I can't wife you See, I can't trust a bitch who for the streets, you know that shit's facts I can't love a girl who love to cuddle, need that late snack See, I can't trust a nigga who just claim he got some bodies I can't trust a nigga who can't kill without the molly See, we can't even step the same, Balenciaga Cuban chain I'm addicted to this paper, cus money erase the pain Pop out at your party when you see me, know it's game time Keep it locked and loaded, catch a body like a landmine Why these niggas playin' when they step to me, step to me Finger on the trigger, that's my medicine, my therapy Keep it on me at all times, cus a nigga stay ready Leave a scene where you sleep, guarantee you won't forget me Double cuppin' just to sleep at night, don't test me Letras de canciones Bitches want my heart, but they'll get what's left of me Last bitch ran off, shorty tried to play me New nigga that she found, beat her ass daily See, I can't even feel sorry, bitch, you did me worse I don't wish death on my enemies, but you might be the first Making music for them heartbreaks, that flow is in a hearse I cheated on her 22 times, I think I need a church I ain't bragging, bitch, I can really never lose Make you happy one day, find someone else to screw Bitches lying, niggas cap, you ain't livin' what you rap How you from the suburbs, but claim you grew up in a trap These pussy made ass niggas ain't shootin' shit Nigga flex his knife, you a claim, lil' bitch She I'ma stand on what I speak, support my own two feet Fuck a nigga who can't even make it farther than me Pop out with these diamonds on me, pop out with your bitch too Had a lot of karma, back in blood, we aim at heads too Headshot, dead shot, made a nigga think twice Ran up on the gang, we let it bang, niggas, we take lives See, I can't even move in silence, bitch, you know I tiptoe Creep up on a nigga, turn his head into a peephole From Letras Mania