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You fuck around get smoked You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga You fuck around get smoked Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get murked We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the Church Momma stresses, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse Last nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em V-S stones and cuban linx, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em We ain't swinging no flag, nigga We ain't need no pass, nigga Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas Dream chasers got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggas I don't know if y'all heard about my homie doing that 30 out Deen Buck still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard about Cause if he heard about the truth, run your mouth He come to your house and start swervin' out Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank Only time this Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans going in the paint Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled puss! Songtexte You fuck around get smoked You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga You fuck around get smoked (Yeah, Meek what up? Bang! Oh, man in Chiraq!) Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keepin' Told L'A he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret Can't Tweet Teiona cooperates nigga loooki?, so what I'm on I gotta Keep It Secret Death ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teiona that I won't leak Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out I'm the same nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut steady (?) Fuck the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out Four birds in the trap like 4 wings at Harold's with fries covered in mild sauce Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeks IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and meet Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga Meek Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right Tyga only got one name but that nigga ain't got one stripe He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit smacked Ask Marly Marl to get his shit back In Chiraq, don't come here You ain't from here? Don't come here! Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him 30 punch like Tyson Back to the rap flow, hot shit Fuck, gotta raffle, got bricks Every city I go, got sticks Pockets Wells Fargo, no bricks Say I'm on chop now, no shit You can never say I, wife shit I don't even like shit I just pipe shit One night shit Out here with killas and thuggers New York slow bullet to my brothers A-T-L me go and Young Thugger We gonna shoot up in public And they gotta urge to take Chiraq, look at the murder rate 500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48 We wear red bottoms and Phillip Lim Everybody trynna get a hold of him Bad bitches, they be at Benny's I knock em down like bowling pins Feds snatch me, I don't know them Real nigga, on 4 and them Young Jefe, Knew Soulja Slim Hangin' out the tank with Slow and them Come take a trip to D.C Hear a lot of Me and GG I'm the big dog I'm ringing off Like Mambo Sauce on a 3 Piece Glizzy, Why you ain't D.C.?" "Who said I ain't D.C.?" Fuck ya bitch to my CD She lemme record her like Mimi A nigga playin', it's lights out Oo, Shyne got me iced out Stay low, cause the mice out You only get fly when the Mikes out Wait till it get nice out Tell Chino bring the bikes out Got 50 guns in my trap house You better off fucking with the White House I'm the realest youngin' in the fucking world I got plenty money, I got plenty girls Got the Villa for the week, got fifteen freaks And they all wanna go for a fucking swirl [?] marble peals Glock 23, treat her like my girl 357, that bitch just twirl Make him catch our shit like Fitzgerald You fuck around get smoked You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga You fuck around get smoked Aus Songtexte Mania