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(Mike WiLL) (Young Rari), yeah, yeah (WiLL, WiLL) (Mike WiLL), yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, woah (WiLL, WiLL) (Mike WiLL), yeah, woah, woah, woah, woah (WiLL, WiLL) (Mike WiLL), woah, straight up (Mike WiLL Made-It) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, woah, yeah Woah, yeah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, straight up, straight up In Mechanicsville, I got my switch, yeah, we thirty deep SF90, this bitch cost an M, fuckin' up your street Real dranker, pourin' muddy, I see Wockhardt when I pee I'ma step on all my opps 'til I got bunions on my feet In the room with cold killers, better bundle up 'round me 21, I'm golden child and they gon' gun you down 'bout me I still ain't bumped into a bitch that I felt like I need I pointed at the ground and she got right down on her knees This a new Bottega jacket Don't fuck off the money, stack it Buddy work at Lids, cappin' Draco lights, camera, action Drive the 'Cat, take off the traction Put my mask down, get active Letras de cancionesFlip the switch, these bullets rapid I don't scam, but I brought my MAC in Shoot the promoter, don't play with my backend, pussy He on the front page, I eat the plate and the entrée King Smoke, get a hard-on for gunplay I'm in one hollow, the one-way I done got money with the whole town, long live LC Dante Huh, Young Crew geeked off Addys, nigga (Geeked up) Pull up, pop at addys, nigga (Buh-buh) Thirty in this Glock, pop out, I turned it automatic, nigga (Thirty) Creep on block, it's blastin', nigga (Yeah) Freak ho eat me nasty, nigga (Yeah) This 'Cat faster than cheetahs when BabyDrill or Evil Savage in it Caught my opps, we high (High) I'm talkin' 'bout higher than a pilot, nigga Slid with a mask, but they still scream my name 'cause they know I get wicked (BabyDrill) Fentanyl turn 'em up a notch (Fentanyl) He don't know nothin' but use the Glocks (Buh-buh) ScoreGod, rockin' out to Wock' I'm thug life, feelin' like I'm Pac In Mechanicsville, I got my switch, yeah, we thirty deep SF90, this bitch cost an M, fuckin' up your street Real dranker, pourin' muddy, I see Wockhardt when I pee I'ma step on all my opps 'til I got bunions on my feet In the room with cold killers, better bundle up 'round me 21, I'm golden child and they gon' gun you down 'bout me I still ain't bumped into a bitch that I felt like I need I pointed at the ground and she got right down on her knees From Letras Mania