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(GLA) Yeah Shawty want an autograph, I'm puttin' it where her titty at Low-key I'm on burnt shit, I'm fuckin' they whole groupchat Gave this ho a hoodie, one of one so you can know I smashed Payin' 20K a hat, so don't post where your hood at Fuck that ho, I'm ridin' with bro, I'm makin' her get in the back I'm walkin' around with a lean gut, my bitch eat nothin' but grass This shirt I got from Italy, my jeans made in Japan I was nice, she let me fuck, but after that, I got mean as hell Who do you think you is, bitch? Tell me pay your rent He broke, he watch my page, so I gotta rub it in I'm trappin' like two weeks right now, I'm spinnin' if Slae dip I'm 'bout to be head of the mob next, the bossеs sanctioned it I'm makin' the gears shift, I'll makе a nigga cap peel We throw money 'til the sun come, they should serve breakfast here I don't gotta run no game, bitch, as rich as I'm is I walked in with my chain tucked, this shit could blind a man She poppin' a G6, she passin' the geek test We knockin' the money down, nigga, we livin' like soccer players I'm really can't be fucked with, I ball, it's unfair I'm 'bout to be on the blog, whole new bitch like Steph did Don't go broke tryna keep up, just live your life, kid He found out his bitch with me, shit made his heart skip Woke up out a bad dream sweatin', couldn't even ball again Letras de cancionesFucked that bitch all night, I didn't even know she speak Spanish Yeah, flew her in and flew her right out 'cause that bitch get on my nerves (Fuck) I got power, I got say-so, behind Will, I jump the curb (Skrrt, skrrt) I get money every day, you waitin' on money to come on the third Throw a hoodie on, time to purge (Yeah, yeah), 7.62 fuck up nerves (Yeah, yeah) Come through in a Trackhawk Jeep, I damn near wrecked out, feel like Swerve (Swerve) In the studio pourin' up syrup, rap on the mic, but I'm high as a bird Freak bitch wanna pop a pill, that shit get on my nerves (Yeah) I'ma let her, I don't pop no pills, I just pour up the dirt (Dirt) 3K on some new Ricks, show you how to splurge Two-four on a new belt, pants still saggin' Why you care about my life and what I wear? This real fashion Jacket ain't just match my shoes, I flipped it inside out to match it Niggas broke as fuck, I bought a car, house, watch, and still havin' I be bored, I bought a bag of chips so it can match my jacket We caught an opp nigga lackin', bitch, do better, niggas slackin' Treat this rapstar life just like the 'Raq, I still be totin' ratchets Hold on, lil' cuz, bust a U, I think we just caught us some action I seen that same car before, he got my lil' bitch close friends added Whole world know how this shit go, a nigga dissin', in a casket Switch it up, the chopper tag him, bag from Wavy Navy bandits Uh, uh, rich on the high-key Hope I picked the right key To be honest, shouldn't even be drivin' Uh, rich on the high-key Hope I picked the right key To be honest, shouldn't even be drivin' From Letras Mania