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I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me I got that burner on me - I'm, I'm, I'm up now I'm strapped bitch, we ballin' I got that burner on me - I'm, I'm, I'm up now I'm strapped bitch, we ballin' So what you got a Benz? I buy my bitch a Benz Them niggas you be fucking with, I wouldn't fuck with them I'm on that brick shit, you still on that block shit I sell them whole ones, you sell ten dollar rocks, bitch Man, get your weight up, I said get your weight up Stay in your place 'fore you get your ass sprayed up Man, I ain't ever scared, I got all kind of guns I'm getting plenty bread, I throw the hoes to one Strip, bitch, you heard me? I said strip, bitch I'm cold as ice, check them temperature on my wrist, trick I blew 200 grand, what kind of watch is that? I bet you wanna know, stop tryna jack my swag, hoe Gucci, Fendi, Prada And that Louis, now I'm hotter So it's Tom Ford and Armani YSL, I'm fly as hell I be Louis Vuitton swan with my hair mask on I look good enough to eat, your bitch'll suck me and fuck me SongtexteI got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me I got that burner on me - I'm, I'm, I'm up now I'm strapped bitch, we ballin' I got that burner on me - I'm, I'm, I'm up now I'm strapped bitch, we ballin' You say you hard as a motherfucker, you goin' H.A.M You strapped in this motherfucker, I understand Banana clip, banana split, I be on some gangsta shit Dump 30 here, dump 30 there, I make it out up this bitch My diamonds bigger, grimey niggas City slicker, pull the trigger Line a nigga, it's a stick up Money pick up, dust kick up Tires screechin' when I'm reachin' 50 preach in church, bitch This is pimpin', fuck around it and dump in their worst shit Hollow tip, .40 mag, bloody rags Toe tag, body bag, kill a swag Blood all on my Gucci shit Now I'm mad in the Jag, same day, this is bad Fuckin' fag, look at your ass, why you make me do this shit? I'm built for this, so I was told Since mama gone I've been on my own I'm for real about it, man, fuck how you feel about it Nigga, we in the streets, that's why we holdin' heat I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me I got that burner on me - I'm, I'm, I'm up now I'm strapped bitch, we ballin' I got that burner on me - I'm, I'm, I'm up now I'm strapped bitch, we ballin' Aus Songtexte Mania