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Try taking my chain, or a watch, promise you Imma be taking a mugshot Imma show you these slugs so hot, .40 with a long nose, don't blow snot I used to come off the bench, like a 6th man, now I'm praying for clutch shots I just been writing a list, for my hitman, I can't wait to come shop My killers don't feel sorry, we just gangbang and bust Glocks Free smoke for anybody, like we ain't already made enough opps Since kids, we played on rough blocks, it can only go one way, when blood drop We spend our days, on rush clocks, shootouts and ducking the cage, and what not (Grinding like a slave, for what I got, like I still ain't made enough guap) They finally gave us props, now I just get paid and fuck thots She blew my mind, got good brain, so I was amazed from her top They been plotting on taking my spot, since the day my fame was unlocked I was stuck at the bottom, could only imagine, a place that I'm at with my view lord But I charted up to the top, niggas better be ready, to get up or scoot over Rarri truck I'm the new owner, feel like I gotta get high when I'm too sober Bonding over murders, what got me and my crew closer, that's the reason I feel like a true soldier The type of decisions we making, you don't get to do over Karma is a bitch, we be waiting, I hate that I do know her Only judging from things, that you show us Your life stay on highspeed, when you hang with a few vultures But this cup full of lean, what's making me move slower I might pour a whole pint, in my new soda Paint the scope for the culture, run up and dump on him lackin', now you got a poster We killing whoever riding, they in that black truck, then we gon' shoot at the chauffeur Masked up like it's October, hot seat, I'm in the back like Rosa Letras de cancionesHeadtaps when he catch two out the toaster (Kill shit what we do for our culture) Try taking my chain, or a watch, promise you Imma be taking a mugshot Imma show you these slugs so hot, .40 with a long nose, don't blow snot I used to come off the bench, like a 6th man, now I'm praying for clutch shots I just been writing a list, for my hitman, I can't wait to come shop My killers don't feel sorry, we just gangbang and bust Glocks Free smoke for anybody, like we ain't already made enough opps Since kids, we played on rough blocks, it can only go one way, when blood drop We spend our days, on rush clocks, shootouts and ducking the cage, and what not (Grinding like a slave, for what I got, like I still ain't made enough guap) They finally gave us props, now I just get paid and fuck thots She blew my mind, got good brain, so I was amazed from her top They been plotting on taking my spot, since the day my fame was unlocked From Letras Mania