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(Hit-Boy) V-Twizz That's how we comin' It's only right that I like- Put that real focus on myself, type shit, for once Real wavy, SC, type shit V-Twizzy, tires goin' skrrt, it's mayhem Some of the hardest beats I ever heard, I made 'em (Yeah) Some of the baddest joints you ever seen, I played 'em Left they ass right where they stand, straight up (Straight up) Cut it out, l ain't taking no pay cut (Nope) N* telling stories how they up, they ain't up (Psh) I'm married to this loaf, skip the wedding ring (Bands on me) I don't trust a thing, I'm watchin' everything Lift me from the dirt, I was hurt, they tried to bury me I woke up out a scary dream Thought I was you n*, it was scaring me It's smoke in y'all black mirrors (Can't relate) My story realer than most of these cap n* I ain't shoot no craps wit 'em We can't hit the stu' (Stu') We don't need to stay in touch if I'ma tell the truth (Truth) I ain't wit the lies, find someone to tell 'em to (To) Treat this shit like Peloton, how I pedal through We been goin' federal, ooh (Ooh) Letras de cancionesCouple runners in the sprinter (Ayy) Dark shadow, Rick beanies for the winter (Ayy) We shoot first, we don't talk first (fIRST) Credit cards on me and they all work (They all work) Different color stones, pack of Starburst (Starburst) I don't look like a star, I look like hard work (Work) What you really know about it? (Huh?) What you really know? (You feelin' alright out there?) We gon' get it done Get it done Got some old homies, I swear I used to love 'em Gave em all a fair shot before I said fuck 'em I had played it cool, now I'm looking for trouble Wanna reach me? Hit my n*, Reg' Hit my n*, Double Fuck peace, parked in the alley and they strapped up Pull a skit then peel off in a black truck I got slaps, rolling sh*t up in a Slapwood I hit a freak and put the footage on the MacBook When it come to beats, the beats come to me (Come to me) I'm like Sonic on the FL, I'm running rings (Brrt) Tennis chains on my neck, more than a dub a piece I'm not lying, lil' bro, n* can't f*ck wit me F*ck it That's how I feel What's the deal One hand on her t*tties, I got one hand on the wheel Lover boy balaklava so they can't see who l is Brodie bro like SahBabii, he pulled up wit a stick (pulled up wit a stick) Bag it in the package, I just got the tracking Crack a he straight up, ain't no dirty macking Who really active? Really bout this shit? Who get it crackin'? They in stacked jeans, but I'm the one that's really stacking Show ya ass and imma grab the belt Took it to the Max B, I think I'm Biggavell (Max) I went GT3 cause that's just how I felt They ask me what l'm working on I'm working on myself Got some old homies, I swear I used to love 'em Gave 'em all a fair shot before I said fuck 'em I had played it cool, now I'm looking for trouble Wanna reach me? Hit my n*, Reg' Hit my n*, Double From Letras Mania