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Loadin' up the chopper with my gloves on My lil' bitch a CNA, fuck her with her scrubs on And she got a BBL, type I like to rub on This is not a middleman, this the real plug song (D-Diego) The feds might indict me, I hang out in the drug zone All my niggas gangbangin', the set gettin' they thug on Sip lean and bust chrome, that's the shit I condone Violence what I promote, homicide and gun smoke This ain't what you want, ho, today, you finna find out Drugs and the choppers at a nigga baby mom house Made bail and bond out, pulls up and hop out Shoot him in the mouth, get a opp somethin' to talk 'bout I ain't loud and it's the quiet ones you gotta watch out Talk loud, get socked out, up it and gеt chalked out When I pop in, all the bad bitchеs gon' pop out Pop that pussy for a real nigga, don't you stop now If you ain't locked in, then your ass gettin' locked out Hopped back in and a nigga still hot now You ain't never been him and you still finna flop now You don't fit up in the picture, then your ass gettin' cropped out Geesy, what you on? Weighin' up dope in the crack house Got a mansion, but I'll still kick it in the trap house Fiends know my name, you can hit the hood and ask 'bout it Headed to the bag, you know I'ma do the dash 'bout it Playin' with the game law, boy, go and crash 'bout it Know the three letters and you know I'll whip your ass 'bout it Letras de cancionesKnow your bitch bad, then I probably got the ass out her Came up out the hood and I went and built an empire Damn, this shit cold, it's a glacier on my wrist The brick go for double, it's inflation in this bitch If he don't think I'm hard, it's 'cause he hatin' in this bitch He mad I fucked her face while he was datin' this lil' bitch Throw this money up, get to shakin' that lil' shit Brand-new ARs with a laser on this bitch Strip a nigga quick, get to takin' off his kit Drug dealer, street nigga, I be in the mix Yeah, I be all around, play with bricks and the pounds State to state, different cities, you know Geesy in your town Thuggin' with my rounds even when I'm out of bounds You ain't never in your section, they don't never see you 'round Come through my section, you get laid the fuck down We don't play around, boy, this not a playground Chopper spin you 'round like a young James Brown LA to VA, send the work to Jamestown Ayy, four, five phones and they all worth a meal ticket Hit a nigga main bitch, so what? Deal with it Niggas at home, Geesy? He be in the field wit' it Fuck how you feel wit' it, Geesy worth a meal ticket In the kitchen, still whippin' Rich off of plaques, but the crack, it be still hittin' This not the regular Maybach, it's a lil' different Fuck a Hellcat, my whip worth a quarter meal ticket Recline my seat back, get the head and I chill in it Yeah, nigga Laid back in the Maybach, nigga, gettin' head Count bread Yeah, nigga From Letras Mania