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Yeah Gang, gang (Goddamn, Bimpie, this shit hard) Skii They gettin' mad 'cause I'm passin' 'em Mr. Skii just like the BP, he keep gas with him (Gas) Skii ain't got no money for you, so stop askin' him Nigga, I ain't givin' shit for free, Tyler taxin' 'em (I'm taxin' 'em) Brodie in the back sleep, the 'za pack hit him Used to have a pocket full of lint, now that sack different (Cha-ching) Told that bitch, "Bend it over, put your back in it" (Ugh) Nigga, every time I make a song, I put facts in it (On God) Outside with it on, blue racks with me (Yeah) Stayed down, now these niggas mad I get mad cake (Nigga) Your girlfriend shakin' ass on me backstage Niggas old as hell, how they still broke at that age? (What the fuck?) You don't like gettin' money, nigga, that's strange (That's strange) Kicked your bitch out, she left the crib with some back pain (Ugh) Nigga put the ho before the M's, nigga, that's lame This lil' bitch actin' dumb as hell, but she got brain Everybody on my trail since I got fame (Yeah) First time I seen that ass, I said, "God dang" (Goddamn) We got hoes at the spot doin' thot things (Thot things) How you on your ass broke and you not shamed? Letras de cancionesI ain't seen that boy before, nigga not gang (Not gang) I just took a nigga ho 'cause my watch bling (Watch bling) Won't pull up to the show if they not payin' (Not payin') Had to DND my phone, it won't stop ringin' (Stop ringin') Good gas, money long, boy, I'm not playin' (Not playin') Take her home, get it on, but she not stayin' (Not stayin') Yeah, ayy (Nigga, you can't stay the night, bae) Nigga Gang, gang, skii They gettin' mad 'cause I'm passin' 'em ('Cause I'm passin' 'em) Mr. Skii just like the BP, he keep gas with him (I got gas with me) Skii ain't got no money for you, so stop askin' him (Stop askin') Nigga, I ain't givin' shit for free, Tyler taxin' 'em (Yeah, I'm taxin' 'em) Brodie in the back sleep, the 'za pack hit him Used to have a pocket full of lint, now that sack different (Cha-ching) Told that bitch, "Bend it over, put your back in it" (Ugh) Nigga, every time I make a song, I put facts in it (On God, nigga) Outside with it on, blue racks with me (Yeah) Stayed down, now these niggas mad I get mad cake (Nigga) Your girlfriend shakin' ass on me backstage (Ugh, ugh) Niggas old as hell, how they still broke at that age? (What the fuck?) Get your money up Yeah, dumb nigga, get your money up From Letras Mania