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Know I'm sayin' Southside nigga Hoodrich nigga 1'5 nigga Zone 6 nigga Pablo, 1017 Money plugs and guns nigga I'm sayin' I'ma have to die with honor nigga before I live like a pussy nigga I know you know what the fuck goin' on Yeah, yeah yeah You know what I'm sayin', ooh Too much drip got 'em mopping All four pockets stuffed like a Christmas stocking He just a copy, he mockin' (copycat) Go ask your bitch, she gon' tell you he poppin' She a neat freak, she gon' give me that sloppy I got a Spanish freak call me papi I was in school, gettin' money the topic Too many designers I can't decide it She gettin' wet, I'ma get inside it Brought the killers with me but they silent Red bottom violet, don't make me violent Bought a new whip and it come with no mileage Bricks of the Miley, that Cyrus SongtexteI put that lean in my vein like a virus I be so fresh they call me the pilot These niggas flexin' know they ain't about it I pull up in 911 like it's urgent Never been a bitch, nigga I'm virgin Bust the whole table down like I'm servin' Pull up with the bricks in the suburban Reserve cookies and the sherbert My bitch crying 'cause I stay with the Gerber Got real niggas and they ready to murder Give you a shell, turtle turtle Pull up on the south side and I'm swerving Jump out, I dress like a funeral service I catch your bitch like Julius Irving Drankin' lean, make the Fanta real dirty I make the plug pitch the cookie early Ooh, I'm sick of these niggas I'm hurlin' 24 karat gold, this ain't sterling Homicide Boys with me when I'm in Maryland Two bitches with me, I'm swirlin' I run this shit like the sheriff What you want nigga, the boy or the girl? Bales of the weed, I put it in the air No sinnin' G, you better be there Stay with the goons, you better beware Saint Laurent, I got too many pairs Rock Givenchy same color my [?] F&N for truth or dare I make her [?] like a eclair Candler Road, I'm the East Atlanta mayor Too much money, rubber bands need a spare You the type of nigga fuck her and pay her Cold hearted nigga dressed up in bear Thick bitch shaped just like a pear All in the bad bitch's lair I don't even sleep but I still say my prayers Nigga try me I'ma shoot off his hair Valentino, freshest nigga of the year Tryna be me but you ain't even near New clothes, not even a smear Call me Mike, I'ma bite of her ear Call up a freak, I wanna fuck on the rear Water drippin' like I shedded a tear They keep askin' where I'm gettin' my gear I got more money than all of my peers Your whole life, prolly bought it this year Every time I act like I can't hear Lions on my Gucci, you just a deer (Gucci with Lions, pussy nigga, yeah, yeah) Aus Songtexte Mania