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(Aye, bro, damn near five minutes left, bro, I'm so high) Troncic, Troncic (Man, I hope with Troncic there's no more delays, bro) (It's time, man, it's time) This shit for the gang, this shit for the hood (Luka Troncic 2, come on) This for the militia This shit for $cam, this for Chris This for Laurente This for Junebug, this for Neem You heard? SBDSM, T-double-H-L shit (Getta Beats) 7772, this what y'all been waitin' For, huh? Double seven, double seven Yeah Bin Reaper, Sleeve Nash, but right now I'm Luka Me and them be all through Flint, I ain’t Kyle Kuzma I heard you out here eatin' ass and you bitin' fupas My hitman all this shit, he’ll icе the jewelеr I can't bring him into Wafi's with me, he might kill him If we talkin' Oxy’s, I might have to bite 'em just to fill 'em I did nun' 'cause of my cousins, what is blood? I told the cops I'm high off life, what is drugs? I'm from the mud, from the gutta, from the slums Letras de cancionesAll she ever wanna do is fuss, ho', let’s fuck I'Il grab my bitch right up out the function, like, "Let's go" It's a green day, if you rockin', then let’s roll I'Il catch a green case just to drop it on the floor, ha 'Cause I be damned if I drop it in my pot I'Il mob down Crenshaw and get to stompin' through the burn No matter where Tron go, he got a Glocky with the mob Shit, it's still free Unky, still got Ocky setting bonds Still'll play the Nike Techs, still'll pop out in some Crocs Still be plotting with the squad, $hittyBoyz, them the guys Militia Madness, all 2025, them the vibes 672, dark side, them the ties Through the jets from the MAC to the digs, them the ties I don't think she'll ever, ever leave me 'lone, she dickmatized Why you cryin' 'bout the same bitch that my dick inside? Man Cup purple, chain purple, RIP $cam Buffs purple, truck purple, RIP Mauri Purple Mike Amiris, purple Chrome, purple Ricks, Barney Oh, you one of them hoes when it die down, you switch parties? Take yo' ass home, don't you got kids? How the fuck you go home alone? Don't you got rizz? Stop askin' for the low, shit is not crip I'Il snatch your ho then go and sell her to the top bid Last couple years, it was Yohji Yamamoto Now Revive tellin' me Satoshi Nakamoto Chop the face shoppin', but the Rollie not a 'Rola Rollin' off a Tesla but the codeine got me slow-mo That's what you call balance, this what you call talent Told Lando, "If I ever get one call, answer" Damn near all my opps died from guns, one caught cancer And I must be fucked up, why I'm the only one laughin'? Time traveled fifty years, I was the only one standin' Back in the day, I was one of the only ones scammin', huh I was one of the only ones jammin' I'm just rappin' You hear? I was active Boogs caught a hat, now his Facebook deactivated Nowadays, it's all cap, Facebook a graduation Swing the K, now his face look decapitated His brains cooked in the streets, they evaporated It ain't a mean mug, that's just how I look, bae I'm LD off 523s, I can't even look straight Outta town in the trenches, but I swear it looks safe Slam a slut then smack her butt Tell a bitch, "Good game" All this pay, fuck a safe, I'mma need a bookcase I got eight hundred horsies, I ain't finna foot race You gotta learn there's bad love and there's some good hate Ain't no restrictions on the blick, get your young bull scraped Shit, or get your OG shot Fifteen thou', this ain't your ordinary G-shock My lil' ho on FaceTime takin' OT shots Tron still a YN, but I got OG Glock I done balled four quarters, guess it's OT now I don't use these beats no more 'cause it's OP now Granny sent me my vid, like, "You tryna OD, huh?" Chill your old ass out, we only poured three pops Lil fuzz don't got a license and he drive just like License I ain't never stayed inside, I was vibin' through the virus Yes, I promote violence, yes, l promote fraud But lil' bro don't rap, he just get out here and ODog Yes, I promote guns, yes, I promote torture Yes, I promote sex, bitch, come perform oral Never even thugged it once, he was born corporal Cuz'll show you how to cook a brick on the George Foreman I ain't Bradley Beal, but I'm a overpaid player I don't know where the meter at but over Gamebreaker Go and get a Hellcat, shit, we over Daytonas My ho talkin' 'bout a 'Lac, and she over Range Rovers Aye, this shit for the gang, for the Militia, for the Mitten This for all the LOLin', jokin', and the kiddin' This for everybody get out here And stand on business This for everybody tryna go out here and stack some chicken The craft got mastered, time to execute it She ain't sittin' on the rim, time to send a Uber DPD ain't finna do it, time to send the troopers Skrrt, we’ll get away from helicopters Two hundred thou' in already, this my seventh concert Oh, you sellin' scripts? We'll sell a doctor Oh, you sellin' books? We'll sell a locker Oh, you need some money, lil' bro? We'll sell a sponsor I could meet a fish today and prolly sell her water I just hope I have a son 'cause l'II sell my daughter 'Cause I can't stand you hoes Oops, I mean girls Forty geeked off of grade twenty, I'm in pink world Ten millions later, I'm the same Jimmy Seven chains later, how I ain't chippy? Six watches later, next one a plain Jane Richie Five whips later, they surprised that I ain't came Bentley Four years later, it's the second run of Troncic I might drop a third one to remind 'em Two pair of bust-busts, bitch, I'm shinin' And that ain't all of 'em, Hellhound, it’s whinin' It's a herd of buffalos, we some bison Fuzz run routes like Justin Jefferson, he a Viking Your bitch a walkin' vacuum, she a Dyson I don't wanna hear y'all broke convos , I eat in private Big blood, pitchin' work like Tarik Scubal You don't know BabyTron? Go and read Google This ain't Warzone, can't nobody reboot you If I take the Cartis off, I'll see through you He ain't make it to the league, prolly D2'ed it The turkey bag stank, you would think the weed pooted Tell a bitch she get one chance, so don’t be stupid Troncic, Troncic, 77 Nyeh From Letras Mania