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(I ain't gon' lie, you tripped on this bitch, Jay) Uh, bitch, yeah (Know I'm off that drank again, I'm off that drank again) M Block, all that shit, Striker Boys, nigga, huh Independent, don't need your help, bro, I'm good Rap wasn't recommended, I just did it 'cause I could, okay Beatin' her walls like I'm tryna find a stud She just want me to give her time, I'm like, "Bae, I wish I could," alright Back in the booth sayin' the shit that I should've said Up the stick, then rob him and still think 'bout shit I should've did, huh One up top, look in the barrel, gon' see a bullet head Trappin' in my same Nike Tech, put me on Coulda Been Aww, she think I care about the shit we could've been Bro ridin' strike in the same 'fit he took it in, huh (What the fuck?) She comin' home with me if she look again (Come on) They hear Jay on the beat, they like, "Who let them niggas cook again?" (Yeah, Jay) Six racks on my back, bro, that's a Go Yeezy I can make it back like that, bro, that's a sold feature (Like that) I thought the 'Cat was fast until I drove Demon Just bust it open for me, I ain't gon' be thinkin' that you— (Bitch) Bae, just bust it open for me, I ain't gon' be thinkin' that you easy Findin' any excuse to sip the drank, bro, I'm a lil' sneezy (Man) I'm OT in the Lam' truck, I wish the hood could see me Need my heart checked, around the boys the only time it's beatin' This her third baby daddy, she need some better defense Letras de cancionesIf I dropped chain in the summer, I would've changed the season (Blizzard) You can shoot a blick, but can you get a hundred cash? You can drive the 'Cat, just fill it up before you bring it back, huh Had to extort a nigga, he was stealin' packs (Fuck that nigga) Dog said, "I ain't never snitchin'," until you give him max, huh (Haha) She made me bust quick, but I'ma get her back The second round, I gave this bitch some shit that she ain't never had The past is some shit that you can't tell her 'bout Anything that got my name on it, bro, I can sell it now (Goin' crazy) Just had 5K in ones, it's in the ceiling now She so crazy with the head, I think she got a mental problem, huh (This bitch stupid) Send her ass a thousand 'cause I miss my mama, huh (Love you, ma) Told her that I got you, ain't no trippin' 'bout it She bad with no ass, but it's cool, 'cause she can get somebody All-black pants, they kinda baggy, then it's Ricky probably (Ricky) Bitch, yeah, huh Was finna end the song, but I knew that y'all'd be mad at me Told bro to punch me somethin' and he threw a jab at me If you saw my biggest gun, it'd probably have you back backin' Don't try to leave 'em in my crib, bitch, I be lash trackin' G-Flex trigger got the Glockie fast actin' You don't really want this shit, bro, you be half-assin' Givin' signs that I wanna fuck, bro, I be half askin' (Aw, shit) Naw, for real, like Everybody done had that one time where they just didn't even wanna ask for real But whole time, you know what you on, but you really just tryna be a cool nigga, you ain't tryna fuck the mood up, you ain't tryna fuck the vibe up Whole time, you in your head, you be tryna crunch somethin', for real, for real Yeah, said fuck all that shit, put that shit on the floor All she can do is say no When you make up an excuse, tell her you gotta go Tell one of my mans to call, you know they good at playin' roles Yeah, I'm done playin' roles, fuck that shit Striker Boys, M Block Striker Boys, M Block gang, Striker Striker Boys, M Block gang, all that shit on the— yeah Striker Boys, M Block, all that shit on the floor From Letras Mania