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One hand on the wheel, other hand under her skirt I give the trenches hope, I'm feeling like I'm Durk Ooh they got no days off, he got all the turfs Papa got no days off, he got all the percs Momma [?] call me with 3 pints, I took 'em all to Turks Now it's time to pop it, I been on some humble shit That dog shit I spent in Goyard might be worth a couple bricks You ain't never hit the road, your soldier asking for some work [?] better not play with a hunnid here, that shit gon' get him hurt You just ace to a deuce, now its time to double up I just dropped a whole deuce, you know I keep a muddy cup Chrome belt to match my jeans nigga, I been coming trim I'm a Queens nigga, so that's the only thing that's on my brim I'm 'bout to buy that Track for nothing, baby buckle up Everybody saying my name for clout, I'm tryna see what the fuck is up In Miami, I'm a lit nigga I can't walk in the airport without fans asking for pics nigga Everytime these bitches play with me, I just get richer Everytime I get a new bitch, she just get thicker I don't want that bitch if I can't go hit licks with her Any nigga play his self, I crop him out the big picture Nun' about us regular When we catch you outside, we gon' strip you, blame the messenger I block everybody who ain't call 'bout money on my cellular, 'nd that's facts I couldn't give a fuck about a bitch, nigga, I got racks Letras de cancionesOn my momma, I made more than 7 figures off of rap One hand on the wheel, other hand under her skirt I give the trenches hope, I'm feeling like I'm Durk Ooh they got no days off, he got all the turfs Papa got no days off, he got all the percs Momma [?] call me with 3 pints, I took 'em all to Turks Now it's time to pop it, I been on some humble shit That dog shit I spent in Goyard might be worth a couple bricks You ain't never hit the road, your soldier asking for some work [?] better not play with a hunnid here, that shit gon' get him hurt From Letras Mania