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(Flexin' on that bitch, hold up) Yeah, no fakin', compact, no safety and I'm on papers Mmm, yeah, rush them I'm puttin' up half, dump them, nigga, fuck them (FORVEROLLING) Wait 'til I tell Geeski Niggas want a peace treaty, I told you they'll need me Watch this, who they call when them blocks hit? Nigga, my shit He got a rose Patek, yeah, but he not rich Mmm, yeah, flush them They take a what? Cut them, then bust them Mmm, my nigga, I get it, they playin', watch this one Somewhere in the Pearl, ee-brand the girl Step on the H, how much could it take? Depеndin' on the state, Kentucky likе an eight The Nash like a ten, then again I only sent him fent', so who knows? Well, shit, it might be It's time to get a new phone Love when I re, big bruh, the blues gone Love when I re— nephew, the food gone Still ain't never heard Doggy bone, the juice slow Get it on me, baby, I can put some C's on you We got 'za's and that's only to the weed smokers My momma know I got us, boo, I promise Letras de cancionesMmm, yeah, rush them I'm puttin' up half, dump them, nigga, fuck them Wait 'til I tell Geeski Niggas want a peace treaty, I told you they'll need me Watch this, who they call when them blocks hit? Nigga, my shit He got a rose Patek, yeah, but he not rich Mmm You gon' come to me man to man about our bitch They got it lit for a summer, ain't been popped since We ain't that deep, but still my whole team top picks They think he dumb, but he can 3D print a Glock switch (Yeah, mm) Lil Sker can't buy tobacco yet and he still'll knock bricks I got him smacked, the only thing happened back, I got this (Mm) Have your momma cryin' on the news, she want justice I don't feel bad 'cause she sad, nigga, fuck him Thousand-eight grams in that bag, this for unc' and 'nem (Uh) Group FaceTime from the feds, free big bruh and them (Mm) Quarter large, a Trump for the pardon, I'm Republican Quarter zip of hard, me and Rob split our junkies I don't hit a boss with the same route, I hit his flunky And shit was kinda dry 'til I got it back bustin' Mm, yeah, rush them I'm puttin' up half, dump them, nigga, fuck them Wait 'til I tell Geeski Niggas want a peace treaty, I told you they'll need me Watch this, who they call when them blocks hit? Nigga, my shit He got a rose Patek, yeah, but he not rich Mmm From Letras Mania