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So what are you on? If it ain't static, why he lookin' like we wrong? Who's still a tripper if you couldn't bring your gun? He jackin' flavors, nigga wanna be my sons So who the fuck said we ain't welcome? I'll be your trophy, on the game we finna shelf 'em He wearin' Polo, USA, somebody help him I don't complain, I'm thuggin' with the Carti Deltas Stay at home, bae, I'ma buy shit, ain't no need to worry Might fuck around and blow the Drake if I ain't got a perk How we gon' beef? You ain't got Bentley and you sharin' shirts On Instagram, he be the man, but nigga sharin' work I'm safe crackin', I ain't postin', bring another chase I prolly bled yo' big homie for this Prezzy face Gon' prolly DOA my partner if he movin' strange I'm off a Yerky, don't go pourin' me a cup of Ace I need my neck there, it ain't workin', you gon' tear it off Gon' book the plug, he bein' stiff, we need a better cost How he a boss and bein' stingy? Get a better boss That booty funny, it got work, I like it better soft Ain't rich enough, you gettin' money if she give it up Shit, we can fuck and maybe talk, just don't call it us The bitch bad, but still then, I wouldn't pass the cup How you a step-rig? It poppin' and you call it nuts Letras de canciones A rich bandit, Fendi duffel and it's full of cash A hundred thousand ain't enough, I'ma spend it fast Put her in Poochy's, swear I love a pretty bitch with ass I ain't no trick, but I'll buy a pretty bitch a bag A rich bandit, Fendi duffel and it's full of cash A hundred thousand ain't enough, I'ma spend it fast Put her in Pucci's, swear I love a pretty bitch with ass I ain't no trick, but I'll buy a pretty bitch a bag It's Remble, don't make no jokes around me I'm like Rocket off of Colors, I might smoke somebody (ayy, I might smoke somebody) Only fuckin' yourself off if you ain't listen to me My lil' homie hit a Homer if I pitch you to him Makin' chipper music (makin' chipper music) Seen you drop your lil' track, we just ain't listen to it The feets ain't handin' you no trap, you makin' pimpin' songs And your bitch looked at me twice like she gon' risk it all If you not ready for a beef, don't get my Crips involved (you not ready for it) Grab the guys now, TGM and they might pick you off And they gon' piss you off, free the whole hood (free the sack) Wish y'all were home, brothers Nigga act different when they incarcerate the pollbusters (on the hood) Let's up a Glock about it, might have your block surrounded Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my city, I got locks around it (damn, homie) Commercial burglary on jurors, I wasn't flockin' houses The only time you got some chicken was from Waffle Houses (hit me) A rich bandit Fendi duffle up for when it's full of cash A hundred thousand ain't enough, I'ma spend it fast Put her in Pucci's, swear I love a pretty bitch with ass I ain't no trick, but I'll buy a pretty bitch a bag A rich bandit fiended up for when it's full of cash A hundred thousand ain't enough, I'ma spend it fast Put her in Pucci's, swear I love a pretty bitch with ass I ain't no trick, but I'll buy a pretty bitch a bag From Letras Mania