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Yop, huh [Verse] She just called my phone so we can make love again Before I black out on this beat, hold on, let me sip my cup again If I up my Glock, I hit my shot before that buzzer end Half a line up in the pop, I guess he got a lil' buzz and shit Come on, huh, everything I drive is quick Car drive automatic, but I got static, so I still ride it stick Got off on a nigga, I ain't take his money, but I still robbed his bitch You would think we beef with Mike and 'nem 'cause we just dropped a six Hop out the whip, park that bitch middle of the street like I just had to piss And I got a roll of paper on me like I just had to shit Give it thirty-five to forty-five minutes just like that nigga Stanley The 4-5 weighin' down my pocket, might be a lil' easier just to pants me And we don't fuck with them Five-seveNs, them bitches don't do no damage The boys can put me in a classroom, I still won't give 'em no answers Bitch, huh, I'm gon' get straight D's and F's Pull up to my crib right now, bro, you gon' see straight V's and 'Cats Thick shit in my bed right now, bro, you gon' see straight weave and racks Nigga, I'm just gon' hit your top, so please don't waste no cheese on vests And if I don't tap your head, it's 'cause it's windy, I'ma hit your neck She on her knees, but I'm the one still gettin' blessed Make 'em put up that standard clip soon as I hop out with that Vec' They know I'm next, they can see that shit like I'm playin' rec I just play it cool, this shit take a minute like we playin' chess Letras de cancionesYeah, huh, damn, I really made a killin' Punchlines really made a livin', potion sippin', Fxce a chemist If you ain't tryna get no money, then sorry, gang, can't take you with me She said she don't fuck with me like that shit really made a difference Bitch, huh, I ain't trippin', I ain't pressed What that cost? I ain't check Passin' niggas and I ain't sweat Huh, they like, "He a rookie, he a vet" They don't know Fxce a threat While you chasin' bitches, I'm chasin' checks You know? I swear my Blackwing passin' 'Vettes Don't buy no green, that's just some rest I cut her off, she ain't pass the test, huh I keep dookie on me like Johnny Test I got six figures on my neck I just talk shit, all my opps are Crest, you hip? When I first started off, it was kinda rocky This shit in my pocket a Manwich roll, it's kinda sloppy You fake-tough niggas act just like hoes, y'all need to stop it And you niggas' hoes be gettin' fucked, but I'ma let y'all pop it Haha, shit, he ain't even hip Tryna pull the blues up out my pocket, Ben Franklin just did a split SK got a knife, bro, don't get shanked up by a stick Fightin' for my life, low-key gettin' spanked up by some Trish Throwin' racks up in the strip, bring the rake up in our section, this shit a movie Y'all hang around the rats, y'all just like Goofy She like when I hug her from the back and grab that coochie I got green, so I can get you wrapped, who all want sushi? Come place your order I'm still movin' down to the A, bro, fuck that case in Georgia He tryna dick ride his way in, bro, I know fake supporters Bro, my cup so fuckin' dirty, I think my drank a hoarder Was gon' stop, but I'ma keep goin' Was gon' stop, but I'ma keep pourin' Go inside my closet, the plainest jacket I got is probably Rick Owen If me and Maar tell you that a bitch goin', then I promise, gang, she goin' When I was on the M, it was twenty-four hours, bitch, no closin' You know? From Letras Mania