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Ay, niggas get shot every day, B You tough, right? Ay, ay, ′migo left my blood on the pavement (damn) Everything about me 'bout the payment (ay) I eat goodie, my pocket′s impatient (okay) He ran up and got turned to a patient (okay) I came up and I left in amazement I was broke, tryna get out the basement Amigo say I'm nothing to play with We used to hustle for shoes and white tank top when the days got hotter 'Migo, I been working in the trap and turned working in Gucci I reach in the pocket and I pulled out some Prada Ay, ′migo like Bobby and Whitney See me swervin′, I'm bobbin′ and weavin' (okay) I been workin′, I'm plottin′ and schemin' (okay) My feet burnin', me go out with demons Uh, ay, I′m too turnt up, I think I′m hearin' voices That′s tellin' me crash and go put one of the opps in a hearse I made the crowd disperse, I′m pushin' up, park the car, back it up in reverse I ain′t make time to converse Is it better or worse, amigo down for whatever it's worth Ay, said, where y'all from, nigga? We stretched a hundred for seven days so the fam could eat My OG used to walk in the trap, but he still made it back here to pass the preach Say, nigga, never speak on nothin′ Letras de cancionesTake place in his house, let′s talk to police I ain't never stayed in a spot for too long growin′ up, it was hard tryin' to keep police Every time niggas try to ask me where I′m from, I just look out the window and point at the street Nowadays, you can tell if a nigga a pussy or real by the way that he handle his beef Back then, when you out in the school, you could tell who was rich And who broke when they point at your feet Amigo, damn, can you handle the heat? Yeah, they know how I get, everyone got the white sheets We take niggas' Patek Philippes Had a big baby, Kate, the one that can′t eat When I'm ridin' Ts, when I′m talkin′, I'm sleepin′ Go creep with them TLCs Look at my niggas, think I got a disease I fly bitch, from T.A. to overseas All I do is buy Gen-5s for Gs (Gen-5) Can't put a switch on them back-ass D′s I took a pack and a scrap on the beach, I took a Glock on a bus with the team Yeah, yeah, I grew up, them hos start a riot These babies in the trap, so be quiet Had to gamble, them crap, that's life, I ride with that gang to the fire You know how they look and get shot in your eyes And I′m good with the shits and fives When you take a bitch and get shot in her thighs She went under the needle, her ass got bigger Her body's on there while we buyin' them pistols Takin′ that shit, we not buyin′ prescription I'm with two, and we bring out all kinds of bitches Your heart ain′t know, I just signed the titties From Letras Mania