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Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Nigga, say can y'all hear me, though? Ayy, ayy Said take a walk with me, lil' nigga, poke your chest and your chin It ain't no actin' like no killer, that shit come from within Nuts ain't drop, I'm finna grab the pipe and take him to spin Bring a bag, a hundred thousand in exchange for his head I want him gone, fuck peace, I cook the beef in a pot Slap these skinny jeans in sport and chase him straight out his socks Duck your tac' 'cause, pussy, this the perfect day to get popped Once niggas hit that prison yard, they give they faith to Allah Losin' niggas back to back, it's really startin' to get sick You either rappin', bustin' packs, or gеttin' chip out the bitch Yellow tape, thеy say somebody left his face in the ditch Said I'm a rapper, they just mad 'cause this shit makin' me rich Shots rang, he hit the ground and now he holdin' his chest Kick the door, it ain't a go, then we gon' float to the next Real steppers comin' through, so, nigga, show some respect I got some shit to hit your leg and travel up to your neck Ain't no victims on his record, I'm not dappin' him up Keep my pistol on my lap with all the packs in the trunk Bad bitches in the back, I got lil' bro in the front If it's Lil James up in that bitch, then, brother, pass me the blunt Letras de cancionesStep-steppin' 'til I can't, ain't never ask for no help Y'all can give y'all thanks to God, but I give thanks to myself He ain't puttin' shit to rest, then put his ass on a shelf Givin' bitches your location quickest way to get nailed Why the fuck would I give passes? I done bumped with my blood How it's love? When it was that, you drug my name through the mud Smokin' gas, the type of shit to punch a hole in your lung He said fuck me, then he died, guess that's the power of tongue Hold me close with good intentions, realest nigga invented I don't do no back and forth, just send a drop and I spin it If you can't take the heat in here, then step your ass out the kitchen Had to jump up in my bag, I went from roaches to riches Dap me up when niggas see me, but I'm knowin' it's hate If you ain't steppin' how I'm steppin', you ain't 'posed to relate He ain't no gangster, most these niggas, they just go through a phase ARP with Cinnabun'll turn your fro to some braids (Ayy, hey) Said take a walk with me, lil' nigga, poke your chest and your chin It ain't no actin' like no killer, that shit come from within Nuts ain't drop, I'm finna grab the pipe and take him to spin Bring a bag, a hundred thousand in exchange for his head I want him gone, fuck peace, I cook the beef in a pot Slap these skinny jeans in sport and chase him straight out his socks Duck your tac' 'cause, pussy, this the perfect day to get popped Once niggas hit that prison yard, they give they faith to Allah From Letras Mania