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I call these niggas two packs 'Cause all he got is two packs Frontin' like he run the city, why the fuck he do that? I'm like, "Why the fuck he do that?" Hold up, bitch, don't get tired Go with your move, I'm 'bout it Come through like Uber drivers My goons move in silence They turnt up and they wildin' Niggas know how I'm rockin' I get it all the way, applyin' pressure Ain't no silence Clear colors, pullin' up, everybody head bop This is not a bandana, check out how these shells pop Say it clear and clisp, I had meant to say crisp All these diamonds in my mouth make me talk with a lisp I had to rap my shit, I just had broke my wrist Don't 'posed to talk to me, say bro control your bitch I clap on, clap on, bring that ass here Was in my feelings 'bout your girl, that was last year You laid up with her, I just stay up with her She ain't like her homegirl, she a makeup killer Take her makeup off and she look way different Now let me see you work out, I love it when you work out SongtexteIn the hood I issue work out, I'm sorry we ain't work out Got my money right and I forgot about you I for, I forgot about you All the niggas that was hatin', they ain't had a second thought about you Big Jigga fuck with me, I'm on the phone with J Real I got the roof laid back, got lil Dreka right here I don't trust too many niggas, switch up on you, they will MAC fury, I put 'em in a combo, boom, boom, boom, boom, pronto Get here, we mixin' gumbo, blockin' shit like Mutombo Run it back, ain't no fumble, disrespect me, go dumbo I just left out the ward, I'm chillin', I'm in the jungle Checkin' on my lake rent houses, flood paint lookin' crumble I ain't on the internet so I don't hear what they're sayin' I'm in the streets, walk up on you, nigga, what is you sayin'? I got somethin' in my... and this gon' stop you from playin' I ain't never went in retirement, I'm still in demand I got the jailhouse clickin', we on fire, I got mojo H-Town boomin' out the dorm on the low though My niggas from other sections keep it realer than niggas That come from the same hood, we played together as children You a silly boy, hold up, you don't know me, why we talkin'? Ask your big dog about my... yeah, real retarded Hold the shop by myself, got it then from here you bought it Gon' step up through there, I'll spray this bitch like Mad Marvin My lil' Juvie, she golden with killin' and I fuck with her I just picked her up after school and smoked a blunt with her I've been fuckin' with lil' NaNa, but she been runnin' from me When I leave she go to uh uh, I can't run out of money Everybody 'bout to take a trip to Miami I don't give a shit, bitch I'm kickin' it in Dallas Get your passport, I'm 'bout to take a bitch to Paris Champs-Élysées at Louis Vuitton, but that's average Michael Kors for my whores, better be happy Say it ain't designer, then I'm leavin', goddamn it If I'm the one that bought it for you, then it's fantastic Ring bought from Wal-Mart, I thought the thought was what mattered Aus Songtexte Mania