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They, they supposed to hear all that, keep all that shit raw (Pete, stop fuckin' playin’ with me) Yeah Brrt Huh, what you tryna get at? We ain't finna play with no nigga, we givin' out belt and it sound like— okay She wanna get turnt up, bring out the Don Julio, we don’t do rosé Havin' connects on the zot', migo plug, get my shit straight from José Never had a nigga like me, I pull up fresher than some fuckin' Olay I was just born to ball, I see the rim, only right that I go lay Got my pape' and got the fuck out the way, don't care about what you say Knowin' these niggas ain't stupid, but I got rounds just in case that you play My bro been gone, but I can still call his phone and it ring We done did hella wrong, but I know you made it home ’cause it rained If you got it, keep it close, it ain’t safe from the raids Got the bag, keep it close, keep it safe for the days Go through shit, but I'm rich, so I don’t know if I can call it pain Got a new bitch, she talk too much, I call her Charlamagne Thought she was my new bitch, I was lyin', I already got a main See good girls fuck off all the time, I think they all the same Know it's gon' go over they head, so you cannot watch what I’m sayin' Gotta keep niggas up out my business, can't watch what I plan Treat bro like a J, eventual death if he keep poppin' Xans Stand on business just like my daddy, I call my pops the man Letras de cancionesPlease don't tell me what you gon' do, up your blick and do it I'm still gettin' active to this day, I don't cap in my music Monteezy chill, but don't yap to my rap 'cause he be shootin' You make me mad, they come slide with that PAP, so don't be clueless Say she ain't fuckin', but I think she cap, I don't know what the truth is New 'fit every drill, I don't fuck around, got some black Timberland boots in Every time I hop in the splat, before we kill, listen to Boosie I wouldn't even cap, big bro too real, he'll show you how to do it Time to go spill, lil' bro, tell me you can't, I'll show you how to do it This shit get for real, lil' bro, stand on business, you can't cap in that music You can't drill, lil' bro, without your tooly, what the fuck is you doin'? Leavin' her children home when she outside, you know dick, she be doin' Let a fuck nigga remix my song and he drop it, then I'm suin' If I did, they'd hate me bad, gotta get that bag, I know what I'm doin' Huh, fuck bitches, keep on coolin' Pick death before I go out like a bitch, I hope he don't think he spookin' Got a snow-bunny bitch, she like to suck dick, I call that bitch lil' Susie Tryna get back for bro when I go on a drill, play "Red Light" by lil' Toosii Freak bitch must think I'm stupid, she ain't offerin' shit but coochie Ain't a rookie in this shit, I dos this, make it seem like to 12, I ain't do shit Huh, what you tryna get at? We ain't finna play with no nigga, we givin' out belt and it sound like— okay She wanna get turnt up, bring out the Don Julio, we don't do rosé Havin' connects on the zot', migo plug, get my shit straight from José Never had a nigga like me, I pull up fresher than some fuckin' Olay I was just born to ball, I see the rim, only right that I go lay Got my pape' and got the fuck out the way, don't care about what you say Knowin' these niggas ain't stupid, but I got rounds just in case that you play From Letras Mania