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I stepped up to this bridge, like, you know where I can get a glitch? Ridin' round Wisconsin, figurin' ain't no Oxy's in Milwaukee (Get the bag King Wonka) Hell yeah, yeah, I just be wantin' to shoot, that's it I find it hard to fall alseep, nigga, tossin' and turnin' I was thinkin' to myself, only if I had a Perc' I'm talkin' 'bout all mornin', I ain't even rollin' Then you mean to say I probably got a song on 'em Jumped out my sleep like Derrick, is you recordin' this? I'm a nightmare baby, for real, Z shit, I dream about droppin' hits I stepped up to this bridge, like, you know where I can get a glitch? Ridin' 'round Wisconsin, figurin' ain't no Oxy's in Milwaukee You gotta believe in yourself, you gotta be cocky They discontinued purple juice, man, I miss that Wocky I thought shooters like me can't get shot, 'til they shot me I'm goin' Future, purple rain, now I'm sayin' you can't even stop me Ayy, ghost, the only one brought cancer in this bitch I ain't hidin' but you is, 'cause I got a switch, yeah Ayy, this Sniper Gang you know that's why the main hoes going Gamblin' in this bitch tell the hoes no cameras in this bitch Chain swangin' on my neck, my dick danglin' in her face I got swag and I can brag about it, yeah, yeah, yeah Baby vulture cruel, I'm feelin' torture in a foreign Ayy, I bust it on her, then I sent her off Molly Letras de cancionesSittin' behind five percent, diamonds dance, huh, VVS Ayy, I'm off that Xan' but I forgot to make my bed Take my meds, baby, baby, take my meds Red, I see red, I see red, the Cullinan red pickin' up bread In Lauderdale, baby, gold my stash, pickin' up cash In Lauderdale, baby, hold my stash, hold my stash Pour my stash, baby, hold my stash, pickin' up cash In Lauderdale, baby, hold my stash, hold stash hold my Baby, hold my stash, hold my Glock, and Wocky' up, baby Baby, hold my stash Got the Henn' in Lauderdale, just meet me out the back with the bag, bag Hey, meet me in the Bach Suck a dick real good, baby, just send me the location, I'm pullin' up Fuck it, I'm mills crazy, I don't give a damn no more, I'm fucked up, yeah, so what? This shit amazing, I don't put faces, I'll kill a haitian nigga to a blood This ain't for racin' fuck the Mercedes, nigga, I spin and then I flush This AR for any race, I don't discriminate it Ain't no game but I paid so much Can't shake this que, and I ain't no yes man, but I just can't say no to drugs And when it's rainin' out the dope, yeah, we came with both our cups It's a scissor, blizzard pistol, ask sizzurp how I cut My nigga remind me of Wiz or Future, you just a lil' more gas then them Patek west make me mad, I'll run in your trap, start baggin' stuff Clappin' stuff, all type of stuff, we killin' stuff From Letras Mania