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She gon' blow a nigga, Baghdad (Pulled up, look like damn ones, pulled up like—) Baby, watch where you put your hands at (Damn, huh, on the AF—) Top Kid, I'm the antagonist (Pulled up, look like damn ones, pulled up, look like damn—) Fuck nigga, get your mans back (Pulled up, look like damn—, huh) Want 'em dead, caught 'em on the side (Pulled up, look like damn ones, pulled up, look like damn—) I'm on his chain, I caught a homicide (On the AF—, huh) Fuck niggas ain't outside (Pulled up, look like damn ones, pulled up, look like damn—) Fuck niggas ain't outside Pulled up, lookin' like, "Damn" Pulled up, look like damn ones Bitch got a fat ass, throw thе ones Better not stеp on the AF1s So high, flying like Air Force One Fuck nigga died, should've had his gun Ran out of time, only time could tell Finna smoke loud, but it's loud, it'll smell Finna get some dope, we'll send it through Zelle Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she doin' her nails Smoke be free, better smoke his ass Bounced so quick, probably smoked himself Bitch, I'm in a dream I don't want that bitch, she drunk Screaming, "Free 30," gotta get the boy out of the cell Chopper shot hit 'em, and it send 'em to hell Letras de cancionesChopper shot hit 'em, and it get on his coattail Nigga want war, but I know that he know well Bitch so bad, she in YSL Bust the bitch down, tell me how it felt Tell me how it felt, love Pushin' that motherfuckin' Scat Pack A hunnid some racks in the backpack Shot at the boy, now I go bend it Say he want smoke, tell him, "Bet that" Say no mo', where that ass at? You know Jace! ain't with the rat pack I love you, girl, why would you ask that? I thought we was getting past that? She gon' blow a nigga, Baghdad Watch where you put your hands at Top Kid, I'm the antagonist Count my money, where the rubber band at? I'ma fuck her, where the rubber band at? Someone tell me where the rubber band is Bitch nigga, he can't get his mans back Watch your rank up, shoot with Top Kid Want his chains took, I call up Homixide Fuck nigga trollin', called up Homixide His whole gang dropped from homicide Got the opps thinkin' 'bout suicide Say no mo', where the ass at? You know Jace! ain't with the rat pack I love you, girl, why would you ask that? I thought we was getting past that? She gon' blow a nigga, Baghdad Watch where you put your hands at Top Kid, I'm the antagonist Count my money, where the rubber band at? I'ma fuck her, where the rubber band at? Someone tell me where the rubber band is Bitch nigga, he can't get his mans back Watch your rank up, shoot with Top Kid Want his chains took, I call up Homixide Fuck nigga trollin', called up Homixide His whole gang dropped from homicide Got the opps thinkin' 'bout suicide (On the AF—) From Letras Mania