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(Thank you, Timmy boy) Bitch, I'm pushin' P He tried to arrest a nigga, I'm back pushin' B Thirty milligram of Oxycodone, bitch, I'm poppin' three I rock Denim Tears with Saint Laurent mixed with the Louis V I just cracked a pint and poured the full cream soda, Booka T I just cracked a pint and poured a four, I should've poured a three I've been steppin' in my Ricky shoes and Ricky on my sleeve My lil' bitch, she bald head, I like her, she look just like Eve I can't wake up and be still broke, there's money in my dreams Ricky Owen head to head, diamonds VVS or VS1s Strikers tried to pull me out, you know I had to run Thirty shots stuffed in the magazine, I don't even know who gun In the bank with all my crash outs, but, bitch, I'm a crash out boy Had the coroner pop my lock, I bet all them niggas run I gotta ride with two three four clips 'cause this piece that's on my gun He won't make it out that spot because I— He won't make it out that spot because I owe 'em when they done Where my feelings? Ayy, I've been hustlin' since a child, it's in my DNA You gon' catch me on my block or either at the bank This whole machine gun conversion, not no fuckin' shank I don't give a fuck— Letras de cancionesShooters puttin' BTA, I call 'em, what's the ETA? FaceTime a route on 95, they throwin 360 Km/h Why the fuck you up palmer like you's a killer? You's a saint I put blood right on these diamonds, killed the chicken and the saint, damn Rockstar lifestyle, might not live GTA lifestyle, but I'm gon' live it I put diamonds in my body, bro put diamonds in his bracelet I keep throwin' up my Z's for Zombieland, they think I'm Haitian (Crash Out Boyz) Brand-new Patek, I don't even wanna wear it, just leave it inside the case I do fraud, where them phones at? Or just point me to a Chase I got wheel, bet I get it where it's— I got wheel, bet I get away every time I'm in a Chase Where lil bronem, you know they bang them S's, for me, they slang a Drac' Reservations just for lunch, you know I spend what you make today I might pull up brand-new Bentley, just might— I might pull up brand-new Bentley, just make one of you niggas fake Rockstar lifestyle, might not live GTA lifestyle, but I'm gon' live it I put diamonds in my body, bro put diamonds in his bracelet I keep throwin' up my Z's for Zombieland, they think I'm Haitian (Crash Out Boyz) Bitch, I'm pushin' P He tried to arrest a nigga, I'm back pushin' B Thirty milligram of Oxycodone, bitch, I'm poppin' three I rock Denim Tears with Saint Laurent mixed with the Louis V I just cracked a pint and poured the full cream soda, Booka T I just cracked a pint and poured a four, I should've poured a three I've been steppin' in my Ricky shoes and Ricky on my sleeve My lil' bitch, she bald head, I like her, she look just like Eve I can't wake up and be still broke, there's money in my dreams From Letras Mania