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I see some haters in the club, send a bottle to 'em I got some animals around, I can't supply the zoo Tear a nigga crib up and make his momma move I heard they got a lot of hate, ain't got no money though (niggas broke) She can't stand me, I ain't shit, I bet I fuck her though (bitch) The watch look good plain gold, I'm still gon' flood it though You spent all that money on that chain, what you tuckin' for? Me and Boogie from the trenches, we became legends Me and my niggas was good kids, we became felons Won't let them trip me off the streets, I was raised better Grew up around swipers, hitmen, and [?] I remember gettin' my first watch, that shit was Michael Kors But now I'm pullin' up in shit that niggas can't afford You wasn't shit to me my nigga, now you try and call You wasn't with me in the gym, you wasn't John Wall The penitentiary got me sittin' here like "Fuck the law" They gave like 20 to my nigga for the wrong cause But I'm like fuck it though, my nigga I'm gon' grind hard Wintertime I had that pack up in my long johns All day, same Balmain jeans all days Play no games, do you really want a problem? (ayy) Saint Laurent Jeans, Gucci snake up on my collar (ayy) Same old things, same fiends in the hallway Broad day, that's how we comin' out when them dogs play SongtexteLil K, sent her upstate to make sure them dogs straight Half a kilo, ain't talkin' drugs, that's what the charm weigh ? Iced my whole wrist like I'm gettin' rid of an arm ache Wanna book a show? 20,000, that's the going rate Long day, make her [?] for me 'til her jaws ache Spit that game to her, tell that bitch, "I think we soulmates" Fly her out, after I fuck her I'ma stay far away Young nigga in a iced out 3D necklace My pinkie cold, it make me stutter, "V-V-V-V-S-S" They try to catch me all alone, but we was deep in Texas She wanted me to be alone, but we go deep wherever I saw you lookin' at your phone, I know you saw me textin' Don't have me blowin' up your phone, just tell me "Keep it steppin'" If I run into you again, don't tell me you regret it If I run into you again, you gon' how I'm flexin' When I was broke, I was neglected Bitches wasn't textin' Now they tryna pop up pregnant, that's to be expected I wish I could see the face on all my exes Let 'em see the face on a Patek, I used to sleep on pallets I feel you bro, 'cause me and Sosa was sleepin' on sofas Now all the bitches that was frontin', they all on some hoe shit but I could never pay attention to a broke bitch, yeah I became a legend, now I need a trophy I became a legend off a four minute hit Niggas from the trenches, they ain't sayin' shit like this Me and Tee Grizz on some whole other shit, ayy Me and Tee Grizz, that's a whole 'nother hit, ayy Aus Songtexte Mania