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Ah We live right now, yeah I've been seen fetty, nigga But nigga know about fresh off parole Plugging with 20,000 dirty money, nigga Balenciaga shopping frequently Benny, Sule and Fuego, nigga, BSF These are the real survivors 900 grams in my kitchen sink Fuck you nigga think? No license, cops pull us then we switchin' seats Beef is when they missing limbs Fuck missing teeth You know to stick with me, taller than the Christmas tree God of this shit, I must be Smuggled blow in a country Plus, did shows out the country Then bought a home in the country And I don't do artist deals, it gotta be a split Turn down apologies from pricks who took shots at me and miss Woke up, thinking money I pulled up in the bucket when my licks hit me Now, it's bucket seats in that big Benzy, Louis bucket hat Buckets under my chains, you know this shit drippy They say the Butch constipated 'cause this shit in me Letras de cancionesReal BSF nigga, go tell him that, tell him scrap Don't say shit when they see me, just tell him rap nigga never sold shit to nobody, let's bet a stack The last rap beef I had, I got a watch and then sell it back Set foot in the industry with a vengeance and a robbery plan Got your favorite rapper duct-taped inside of a van Y'all nigga is pussy, be throwing rocks and hidin' your hand Let me show you the technique that gets supply and demand Man, that nigga died because his beliefs, he the best martyr S 550 in black but the Lex Guava I take the blicky off of your waist 'cause I flex harder I'll raise it and it's not even mine, like a stepfather I had to steal spots that I'm not placed in regardless And now I'm waking up to new Roc Nation deposits, nigga I don't squash beef, that's with any rules Wet him even if it's not deep like a kiddie pool, nigga I just like to sell work 'cause this shit that the fans missing Jersey boy, hood got me covered like transmissions I might do real estate after rap, that's a plan vision Buy up the city and sell blocks like San Quentin's I used to starve and now I'm sumo rich We're selling pinks up out the bottle like it's NUVO sips This for the hustlers selling dog, that's on that Kujo shit Who take their soul about they sneaker 'cause they shoes don't fit I got mine off of grass and butter Served it out her door when I couldn't leave the side of my passing mother I fucked on buddy broad half the summer She posted me and he blacked the bitch out He ain't Travis Hunter I promise Phyllis that I'm not gonna fail So far from the dude that the task force boxed in at the Taco Bell Rap dangerous, so I tuck lead Shit, I could have been a dust head but got a penthouse in Buckhead Send a ninja to put two in ya, my ops disappeared No explanation, like Jamaicans saying "Booyaka" Cooler than them other dudes, I stand out different I last seen them sniffing tusi with a ran down vixen I came home on four occasions with my hands out bitching Now I stack it 'cause this crack shit don't hand out pensions, nigga From Letras Mania