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Damn nigga You know I pull up, what the fuck is that? You know when the doors don't go up They just swing to the side a little bit J hop up on top, fuck these bitches man, shit's crazy Fargo New Givenchy coat it's like we're selling dope Since I started pimping I don't sell no more I got bitches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0 I ain't got no time to sit and talk about so and so My whip color looks like Rihanna And all my bitches like designer We flip Diego like Quintana That's why this brother whips a car look like we're selling dope I wake up to smoke that kush in the morning Throw on my rollie Check my phone, I got a call from my homie He need that OG Gangsta D, I run a mob like I'm Tony I sell that codeine Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s Them my lil woahdies Trap my dope spot my OG used to call me Bag up that doggie SongtexteShe can't fuck I drop that bitch on the corner Yeah bitch I'm balling Police hit your shit then bitch you don't know me No we ain't homies Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s Them my lil woahdies, yeah New Givenchy coat it's like we're selling dope Since I started pimping I don't sell no more I got bitches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0 I ain't got no time to sit and talk about so and so My whip color looks like Rihanna And all my bitches like designer We flip Diego like Quintana That's why this brother whips a car look like we're selling dope Riding in my phantom got a rollie in my pocket Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico Chopper on my left I'm blowing gas, hit a Texaco Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico Just put all my bitches off in a foreign Them my lil woahdies I just whipped that brick that bitch driving for me The bitch my roadie Police hit my shit the charges baloney Bailed out that morning Gangsta D, I run the mob like I'm Tony Now sell that Tony Slap that ass I got my hands on the kilo I sell the nino Straight casino bitch I'm the Tarantino Chop up an ingle I wake up and whip that dope in the morning Put on my rollie Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s Them my lil woahdies New Davinci coding like we're selling dope Sister pimping I don't sell them hoes I got bitches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0 I ain't got no time to sit and talk about so and so My whip color looks like Rihanna And all my bitches like designer We flip Diego like Quintana That's why this brother whips a car look like we're selling dope Riding in my phantom got a rollie in my pocket Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico Chopper on my left I'm blowing gas hit a Texaco Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico Take a trip to Mexico Chopper on my lap I'm blowing gas, hit a Texaco Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico About to take a trip to Mexico To Mexico Think they give a fuck what you're thinking Fuck themselves I'm god and bitch you're not Aus Songtexte Mania