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I just stepped out the car, all they see is the gold All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul As I step on the corner, they wanna be like me Watch how I move, I got degrees on my feet Shoes on the whip, got the tints on the car Got the .40 on my hip, bad bitch, I'm not a star Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk Once a nigga use it then you know you gotta throw it Snakes in the grass, motherfucker I'mma mow it Problems, I'ma don, put in all my effort Spend a couple dollars nigga, blocka-blocka-blocka Gunnin' for the throne, yeah boy, you want my crown Michael Buffet account, Pacquiao, you're going down Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body? Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body? I'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body? Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti Step on the block, they wanna be like me Look at his watch, he wanna be like me Step on the corner, they wanna be like me I fear no man, it's time to move this key I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top SongtexteStep out the car, all they see is the gold All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul So who they wanna be like? Me, that's right, Gunplay A player that'll take it to the paint without a pump fake Comin' through the janky bitch shootin' me the fuck face I ain't sparin' bitches round this bitch, ain't nothin' safe You know what I'm bout, I'm bout that motherfuckin' action Lock a loose pit out the gate, broke the latches Got a $1000 blunt, smoke it til there ain't no ashes Keep the choppers in my trunk and Bibles on my dashes Who wanna boot it for me? You don't wanna do that homie Cause I got a heater with the motherfuckin' cooler on it Leave a nigga icy in the middle of the summer Middle of that dice game, tryna roll his number You talking crazy but me and you know I take it down like I been here before I go OD like someone tripled the dose Screechin on me, loaded clip with some dope Step on the block, they wanna be like me Look at his watch, he wanna be like me Step on the corner, they wanna be like me I fear no man, it's time to move this key I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top Step out the car, all they see is the gold All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul When I step out the 'Vert bitches jump out they skirt They know what money look like and what a real nigga worth Gettin' money everyday, not just 15th and the 1st I whip out my dick, hoes quenchin' they thirst I be tourin' with a warrant, spillin' Bel-Aire when I pour it Hoes not allowed to speak english in my foreign You don't get your issue when you fuckin' with the don Logan and the loaded rifle that I'm holdin' long They don't want this pressure, they don't want this pressure Six pistols sittin' by my brick compressor Dirty as my draws is (bum-bum-bum-bum-bum) Knockin' pictures off the walls bitch (hundred in the drum) Niggas on that Flocka, shootin' grannies off of rockers Knockin' meat up off of tacos like blocka-blocka-blocka I be whippin' the rock, you be trippin' on thots I jump up out the drop like coke out the pot Step on the block, they wanna be like me Look at his watch, he wanna be like me Step on the corner, they wanna be like me I fear no man, it's time to move this key I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top Step out the car, all they see is the gold All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body? Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body? I'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body? Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti Step out the car, all they see is the gold All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul But they think it's my soul But they think it's my soul Aus Songtexte Mania