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Yeah Yeah, pull up MOB Uh-huh Trust nobody, pull up wide body Money and respect, I'll die 'bout it Took losses, nigga, I done spilled lean I ain't cry about it, know I'm hard body 'Member back when it was 2017 7:45, in front of Hardbody's Stop a nigga bank, shootin' .456 Ain't gotta go home, you know I got it Can't stop at no red lights 'Cause I'm ridin' 'round in big wide body You can act like it ain't nothin', nigga But about this paper, niggas die 'bout it She a freak, but she act shy 'bout it Nigga, 10-East got the line crawlin' Ayy, pass me that right there, hand me that, hand me that Yeah, heh I might go condo in London Letras de cancionesSwitch up my style, switch up the vibe My nigga need candy, he come get water, he out I make a bitch throw in the towel My nigga just called me, he want a P and a half It ain't gon' take me an hour, told him it's good I'm finna pull up right on you as soon as I hop out the shower Just give me a knife, gotta bust open a white This here ain't no flow and this shit life My mans want fifty pounds, of Za and two in the South Yeah, you ever went to the South I'm burnin' it down like NBA gym on fire The price of the brick goin' up, when it be a drought I learned all this shit from The Wire I took a few L's, I'm learnin' my lesson These watches my only investment Louis Damier, yeah, this chess not checkers Let the vibes in, rope off the section, nigga Walk up in Louis, told 'em to give me the jersey I ball like a freshman, nigga Really havin' pull, feelin' just like Jay Prince when I'm out in Texas, nigga Might buy a Bentley and paint that bitch army fatigued Just 'cause I'm a veteran, nigga Two of my cars are half a million Can't stop trappin', in love with the feelin' Walk in the club It ain't no sections in here, say, "Fuck it," we buyin' the building I'm pullin' right up, as long as I'm paid The spot can be dead, I'ma make me a killin' As soon as we walk in, hand us ones The money gon' go straight up to the ceilin' Streets get cold, nigga, ain't no love Fuck all that playin', get straight to the business My goal was only ten thousand The car that sit on twenty-six inches Now I hop out a G5 big-ass Benz with angels in it I just made me another ticket, no cap, nigga, how you livin'? I could just wear me a rubber band on my wrist and they think I'm weight dealin' I just made me another ticket, no cap, how you livin'? I can rock a rubber band, but this a pack I come from the trenches Stylin' on niggas, I'm slayin' they bitches I peep how they look, I'm feelin' the tension We up with trappers, really with gymnasts Go get it packed, they tell me to flip it You cryin', complainin', you broke — better fix it We put it on our mans whenever you whip it Boy, this shit serious, wrote that in the kitchen Me, G.T., and Peezy — the 76ers You recording, Smerf? From Letras Mania