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(Here you go fuckin' ignorin' me and shit, lookin' through my story) Huh, young nigga shit I swear it ain't really too hard to see what I've been through, uh, yeah (I'm not even motherfuckin' playin' with you, Benzo) Huh, young nigga shit I swear it ain't really too hard to see what I've been through We ain't got it, give me that, pullin' your card to see what your Gen do Backdoor a nigga, drop the boy, he ain't gettin' too far, lil' nigga, I'm mental Yeah, we made it out, but my niggas some shootin' stars, they still'll spin too Huh, yeah, why would I walk out the house without pistol? Huh, huh It's essential, huh, leave it, they'll miss you Huh, you ain't did nothin', find a reason, they'll blick you (Uh) Youngins on DT, ridin' down Cleveland, tryna get you Hold on, yeah, hotbox, we don't slidе in the rentals How y'all dyin' in this shit? Y'all been one For an opp, I'm havin' papе', ain't nothin' to get one Don't know what he talkin' about, we take him down Asked him what type of Gen, he said 21 Huh, spend it all, I just have big funds In the cycle, be damned when my kids go in Yeah, say what you want, know I just be a real one, yeah Huh, please go get your brother, young crew do not fear nothin', huh Lil' bro got a quarter, can't wait to go drill somethin', huh Wait 'til after dark, we ain't tryna make no more kids run Huh, he keep talkin' 'bout last response, whole time, I ain't really never said nothin' Letras de cancionesAin't finna beat my keyboard with no nigga, just hope that he keep his head up Keep mentionin' my name in songs, lil' nigga, I'm fed up Hit his bitch ass with that fire, make a nigga man up Gotta mention me to blow up If he don't, he know it's over Must not know that shit expired No more meat, he left over Huh, before the rap, I been shootin' my glee Gon' be a murder scene Fuck nigga better stop playin' like my money ain't free I swear it ain't really too hard to see what I've been through We ain't got it, give me that, pullin' your card to see what your Gen do Backdoor a nigga, drop the boy, he ain't gettin' too far, lil' nigga, I'm mental Yeah, we made it out, but my niggas some shootin' stars, they still'll spin too Huh, yeah, why would I walk out the house without pistol? Huh, huh It's essential, huh, leave it, they'll miss you Huh, you ain't did nothin', find a reason, they'll blick you (Uh) Youngins on DT, ridin' down Cleveland, tryna get you From Letras Mania