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(What they—) (What they talkin' ’bout, Traiqo?) Ayy, where the motherfuckin' switches at? Rrr Uh-uh, uh Uh, uh-uh Can't keep my dick up in my pants, I get too lit tonight I might just fuck a bad bitch, I might go fuck on two Called your bro to pull up, we gon’ park a two Remember eighth grade, I'll sneak blick in my locker too Hope they don't get comfortable, this shit for me, ain't nothin' for you I'm not goin' out to lunch with you, nigga, eat a Lunchable Ho, I'm rich, I can’t catch DV, fuck I look like punchin’ you? (Bruh, shut the fuck up) Huh, yeah, no, he don't like me We don’t tote these Glocks for nothin', I swear, we won't do no fightin' When I locked up, you didn’t write Now that I'm out, you just wanna do it like Nike No man can take my spot, and if he do, I'll figure it out You couldn't do it, bitch, get out And you blew it, knew the plot Them bitches get ya drop Never hesitate to blow, call me, "RBeezy, spray the Glock" We parked outside, won't make it out Huh, yeah, ain't no safer route Letras de cancionesCome through, lay a nigga down Nigga, these all tracer rounds Hit one time, you hear a "Brr-aow" I can't get put on ground Backdoor my bro for that bitch shit he said up out his mouth Exotic shit, pure pounds Some robotic shit, get down Nigga think he tough, better know how hot body my get, bitch, brr-aow Promise I won't stop 'til I get that cut of it Can't keep my dick up in my pants, I get too lit tonight I might just fuck a bad bitch, I might go fuck on two Called your bro to pull up, we gon' park a two Remember eighth grade, I'll sneak blick in my locker too Hope they don't get comfortable, this shit for me, ain't nothin' for you I'm not goin' out to lunch with you, nigga, eat a Lunchable Ho, I'm rich, I can't catch DV, fuck I look like punchin' you? (Bruh, shut the fuck up) Brrt Ayy, y'all niggas ass (What they—) Y'all bitch-ass niggas, I just got one question (What they talkin' 'bout, Traiqo?) In 2025, y'all niggas still ain't got no money? Bitch, you gon' die Yeah, nigga know what the fuck goin' on with us Y'all niggas keep duckin' and shit, nigga, I'm tellin' you 'Cause ain't nobody safe, bitch-ass can't come outside, we spankin' shit (Hope they don't get comfortable, this shit for me, ain't nothin' for you) (I'm not goin' out to lunch with you, nigga, eat a Lunchable) (Ho, I'm rich, I can't catch DV, fuck I look like punchin' you?) Bruh, shut the fuck up From Letras Mania