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White boy made this Since Chase stopped hittin', nigga been finished Shots wrapped tight 'round his ass, Lululemon He ain't want no parts, but his mans put him in it Blood, bro, like a Beyblade, he can't stop spinnin' Who you think I am? FIFA I ain't tryna kick it I've had an open shot on me, and he still missed it Bomb ass nigga washed up like some dirty dishes Bad bitch cookin' up in a dirty kitchen My lil' queen like Latifah, and you know she with it Took a tester to my granny's house and let my auntie hit it I heard there's money on my head, I'm like, "What's the ticket?" Bumped into a opp, like what was said, and all you heard was crickets All you heard was—, he got chased down with a fuckin' fully Wait, we been spankin' the opp's ass, we look like fuckin' bullies He survived, but he can't walk, he ain't recover fully Now they push his ass around like a fuckin' pulley Heard he got ran down with a Drake, they blew his hand off Duck who? The opps catch me, and it's gon' be a standoff Know your ass bogus, you ain't slide, you sent your mans off His mama act wild, we told her ass it was his man's fault Since Chase stopped hittin, nigga been finished Letras de cancionesShots wrapped tight 'round his ass, Lululemon He ain't want no parts, but his mans put him in it Lil' bro like a Beyblade, he can't stop spinnin' Lil' bro like a Beyblade, he can't stop spinnin' From Letras Mania