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Oh shit, I can't believe you cuffed a big back I shot the bitch quick like she swing cash It's more buns in the whip than a pen pad You would think her name Natalie, she got none I ain't swimmin' in these same vanities, these ain't trunks I'ma live happily, fuck my ex, she a bum I got Mamba mentality, you know I need a buck Poppin' fake 'codones, he an oxymoron The way his phone ring, you would think akhy's Sauron He think he got sold tar, it was probably boron Huh, yeah Boast the most, show the most, I'm multitaskin' All I speak is accurate, that's bullseye action Lil Fuzz don't got a job, he full-time schmackin' All that bein' out here savin' hoes is good guy madness All eyes on me, I feel like Cooper Flagg We just poured two 16's, you can do the math You would think Fuzz a trash man, he be movin' bags I was trippin' with the fake Deezys, super bad McLovin, rip, do a round-round with McButtons And a Big Mac Wipe your ass, boys, they'll leave you on a shit bag Feel like Jody how I'm high rollin', it ain't Riff Raff Leave a paw print on the brick with my dog ass Why she think all them tats cover up them dog tracks? We know you usin', you sweat every time you chat, we just know you boosted Letras de cancionesHakeem Olajutron, I'm very known in Houston You a L, mans, you just very known for losin' I'm very known in Gucci, I'm very known in Louis My bitch bad-bad, boy, she very known in Pucci They tryna steal the lingo, the steelo We just go two, three mo', that's a bingo I been a star since birth, call me Ringo We gon' shoot it off the door if you cut that ring on Tell a ho, "Cut your finger off, fuck that ring, ho" Why you talkin' 'bout a hundred racks? That's just three shows Why you talkin' 'bout you with the vibes? That's just three hoes Call me back when you at like 3 Mile I'm from the Murder Mitten, we run red lights and rat hoes Free my unc, he had a red pint and half-bow Plus he had ten pipes and they was half-gulps The other five had bodies, this a sad story Why you make it rain on the strippers with your last forty? Aw man, and you ain't get no damn orgy? You went home and whacked off, that's a bad story Score the play out in Cleveland like I'm Brad Daugherty You wouldn't have no luck on that road with a rabbit's foot The one and only punch guy, watch me jab and hook He is not the Za man, all he had was kush Oh, you got some paper in your pocket? This a bag of books This how rappers live, this how rappers live All that runnin' off with bank plays, get a scammer killed Need a bitch with a rich archetype just to match my build Amethysts around scams just to match my grill The 38 recoilless, counting 30K, my bitch got some crab boiling Know your bitch mad, you can't even half-spoil her Hoes ain't shit, I couldn't even half-loyal her Crabbe and Goyle, me and brodie doin' magic Seven after seven, I get like Luka gamblin' All that cappin', you should go and chew a cactus Thunderstorm, fast dude, I'm in traffic losin' traction I'ma do the most 'cause I ain't used to havin' They look like Osiris, but they the newest Lanvins Why your TV on the hot spot? Boy, the movie laggin' You would think l'd grab my ho right up out a beauty pageant They tryna stop greatness, but they never could RIP Lil $cam, boy, I'ma forever jugg We seen your paperwork, you forever cooked Bust the 'bow open, you would think you smelled a foot Bitch, I can smell your breath, that's a red flag Flyin' 'round Lear off a six, that's some jet lag Ain't no duck, duck, goose, but this a head tag You drive around a fucked up coupe, I just drop red light Hashtag, "Oops, Jugg, you can't get your bread back" Played this song back from the top, should I said that? Every breath you ever heard, shit, I meant that $hittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia 77 (Troncic, Troncic) Hey, hey From Letras Mania