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(Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah Don't grab me or you fucked, dummy 12 behind me, I wanna zig-zag Bust a right, I got these folks on my ass My pockets fight, they battling, who got more cash? Seen the nigga wag, he biting my swag Need another nigga to tell you what to do Hide my face from these fuck-shit with these blues Bitch bet not set us up, she the swoop My lil' patna having luck, he get loot Truck run outta gas, give this bitch some juice 'Fore I get a Gucci purse and some shoes All I eat is racks, I'm allergic to food Mid in the ZaZa packs, serving the old dude That wasn't no drip, you thought that shit was drip? F' Up the hunnid round, you know I'm bussin' I hurry up and jump out, my patna be rushing We got the pack in the backseat, somebody musty You bet not tax, we ain't bringing more money I ain't even tap the break, got the bitch runnin' You can tell that he was scared to risk it Everyday we tryna finish this mission Old head lecture, I'on come round On the floor [?] bring my gun down Hood hot like 1, no 7.9 Letras de cancionesI got a 40, gotta upgrade the 4-5 I ain't got no change, spend a whole hunnid Skimp him out his drugs, I be cold-blooded Toe stuck, me and my patna bump poles Dirty 50 round, that bitch in my clothes Send a drop to the bando, come get ya' pole 2 different burners, got 2 different phones I'on take pictures, rap niggas clones Nigga reaching for my pendant, send his ass home Arab in my store be putting that shit on Smoke too much dope, I think my liver done broke Nigga think he hard, he got took down by my folk Before you reach for my necklace, do coke Change my style, I turn white like Lil' Boat Hit ya' bitch from the bite, hit high notes Mercedes Benz driver, she gon' go Lil' brother locked, pop shit for lil' bro Get ranned over, you a possum in the road 5 in the morning we knocking at yo' door I'm a real stummy, I got on biker clothes Chop yo' hand off, the fuck you pointing for Try to snake me out, I stand in the backdoor wit' fye Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah From Letras Mania