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Got a sixty round if you wanna play, I ain't feelin' bad for a nigga Callin' 'bout a feature, I ain't pickin' up if you ain't got the cash for a nigga First deal signed for a hundred, money didn't even last for a nigga Kept on workin' hard, a nigga get smart and now they got the bag for a nigga Nigga wanna eat off my plate, can't even take out the trash for a nigga Let off a whole hundred for my mama 'fore I ever think to blast for a nigga Yeah, the street shit, we passed that, lil' nigga Every Glock, yeah, we had that, lil' nigga Brodies keep on dyin' or they goin' to jail, this shit gettin' bad for a nigga I'm tryin' not to spazz Tryna slow down on all them Perkys, but they on my ass Drivin' geek shit since I was younger, I had to learn when I almost crashed Can't let 'em catch me without that flame, they might just do me bad Couple opp niggas wanna shoot me bad Opps might send shots in they songs, but they ain't try to ever shoot me back Nigga, this beef shit here forever, no, we won't let up, we won't lack Make the graveyard use they shovel, a hundred better, we in that splat Court date just another payment to the government, you know they tax Lot of niggas say they be lookin' for me, I don't know where they at Bro on P, see some I don't see, tellin' me "Blow," I'm like, "Where they at?" Opps keep tellin' me they got points on the board, like where they at? None of these niggas tough, another play with my boy, you gon' get smacked Got a sixty round if you wanna play, I ain't feelin' bad for a nigga Callin' 'bout a feature, I ain't pickin' up if you ain't got the cash for a nigga Letras de cancionesFirst deal signed for a hundred, money didn't even last for a nigga Kept on workin' hard, a nigga get smart and now they got the bag for a nigga Nigga wanna eat off my plate, can't even take out the trash for a nigga Let off a whole hundred for my mama 'fore I ever think to blast for a nigga Yeah, the street shit, we passed that, lil' nigga Every Glock, yeah, we had that, lil' nigga Brodies keep on dyin' or they goin' to jail, this shit gettin' bad for a nigga (Ayy) Missin' my lil' brother, when I get sad, I just start cryin' on his picture Baby mama mad, lil' ma' mad, girl, I told your ass I'm a killer Emmy only three, caught me on FaceTime, started to ask for his siblings Love ya ass to death, if you try to leave, it might get bad for a nigga I'm a real gangster, I ain't tender I just left my heart in the winter Really was trappin' in the trenches Ridin' 'round drugs in the fender I done spent two mills, spent three mills, spent four independent Blew it all, went broke, go again, I ain't goin' broke in a minute I ain't lost hope 'cause I'm winnin', yeah, yeah I been 'round the clock, workin' ten to two Catch a double murder, hop right in the booth (You know that) Two Glock .23s, they identical Got a sixty round if you wanna play, I ain't feelin' bad for a nigga Callin' 'bout a feature, I ain't pickin' up if you ain't got the cash for a nigga First deal signed for a hundred, money didn't even last for a nigga Kept on workin' hard, a nigga get smart and now they got the bag for a nigga Nigga wanna eat off my plate, can't even take out the trash for a nigga Let off a whole hundred for my mama 'fore I ever think to blast for a nigga Yeah, the street shit, we passed that, lil' nigga Every Glock, yeah, we had that, lil' nigga Brodies keep on dyin' or they goin' to jail, this shit gettin' bad for a nigga From Letras Mania