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Pop a Perc' and lose your life if you wanted to for sure I'll turn a ho up right now just 'cause bro 'nem said I won't And when they callin' me, they beggin', that's why I DND phones In the Yami, I'm in traffic with Jefe, three or four poles Niggas talk that gangster shit, then go out bad, they get exposed Nineteen, don't got no kids, I got two cars and hella money Gangster niggas never shoot back, when they die, that shit be funny Hit they block, know I got two shots, I got Drac' and I got button 60K pocket change, know I might blow that shit tonight We been FaceTimin' on Skype, now I might send that ho a flight Bouncin' back state to state, I fuckеd like twelve hoеs in two nights Know I stopped sippin' lean, so I still sip Sprite with the ice NYC, link with Izzy, spent a hundred on my ice Every time I go rock a show, I hope Smurk just get out that night Melly fightin' a petty case, the police don't wanna do right They ain't gon' let bro bust a right, bail out right, hate he had to die I smoke weed, know I get high, my mama happy for my life I fuck every hoes with condoms, I can't get hit with the fye Tell the truth, bitch, do not lie, my granny and grandaddy died That's why I wake up and strive I'ma get my mom a billi' and I bet she will not cry She a girly, but a gangster, that's why I fuck with her vibe She know I was blowin' heaters 'cause I stole blick from my dad At least when I stole a whip at night on high-speeds, I ain't crash All this shit just happened fast, all this money comin' in I been rackin' so much chicken, I'm gon' buy myself a Benz Letras de cancionesAll my lil' bro know is spin, no ABC, tote F&Ns Hit a nigga from the backside, he ain't see him walkin' in Whoever got ten million, ain't tryna talk, pass me the pen I'm only nineteen with two in the vault, I stand on biz Not to mention I walk around with like a hundred, it's not a fib Play ball or tote a blick 'cause where I'm from, that's how you live Know niggas died on drills, they thought that they was him for real .308 fire shit up, that chopper make his ass sit still In the 'Raq, an opp probably gettin' chased down while I'm up in the hill You know this shit for real, my young niggas thirsty for a kill You know this shit for real From Letras Mania