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[Verse 1:] Yeah, in the whip rolling up, I don't give a fuck Roll through my hood, say what's up, they know I'm coming up Niggas hating all around me, I keep the 40 tucked Any problems with you niggas I'll just hit them killers up We're chillin' bruh, yeah these hoes are feelin' us You niggas got a shitty swag, that's why them bitches here with us All black everything, clothes and my whips too Even if I had a chili bowl with a chipped tooth I could still pull these hoes and they would choose me Sippin' that Patron, blowing weed until I'm woozy Niggas in the club who I don't fuck with trying to dap me up Who is you? Oh, you're doing what? Oh, that's what's up Fuck up out my face though Ace by the case load Just me and my nigga Pootie Tang and 38 hoes Chillin' up in VIP, now we're on the balcony I hold my own, I don't depend on no one to look out for me [Hook: x2] Maintain, switch a couple lanes while I blow this tree When I ride by, hope that ain't nobody notice me Low key young nigga, yeah I'm livin' good Low key nigga from the wild and crazy hood Songtexte [Verse 2:] Bitch you know just what it is, coppin' whips, coppin' cribs Young Cash baby came February twenty sixth Extra good how we live, we ain't takin' no more L's Shoutout to my nigga [?] gettin' bread in jail Gotta eat, gotta be the nigga with the paper And them brand new J's, fresh as hell, I ain't lookin' for no favors I get mine like a G, bitch I pay the whole fee Ain't no haggling or trying to make a bargain with me Got that 650 IR black sittin' good Was a broke nigga, now I get this money like I should Got my mama ridin' Mercedez, send her money for the bills About to cop another whip, I ain't got no record deal My brother Cudder, he just copped a house up in them hills Stacks on deck, now I'm trying to get these mills For the glory, and I want it all at one time This is real shit, there wasn't no corny punch lines [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania