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03, ayy Drummer Gang in this thang, make it bang Choppa, I don't need no aim (Matt Brick$) SOB x RBE in this bitch Yhung T.O. and 03 in this shit Ron Ron do that shit, Beat Boy taught me Gucci penny loafers to my big blue faces I'ma keep it packed like the Gucci suitcases Crippin', but I stay away from chubby shoelaces Hit his ass once, but he bled in two places Rosé everything, got expensive taste, bitch "How you clean your ice?" Bitch, I use toothpaste That baby faced baby loc, baby sit in paper Child support? Yeah, right, my BM gettin' payments Young nigga got rich and I ain't looked back since I got diamonds in my mouth, I got clips on clips I got sauce, might drip, I got straps like T.I.P I got shooters on call, them niggas shoot, don't miss I got times I quit, but them times ain't shit Sit y'all niggas on a [?], don't get respect for assist I got times when I'm calmin', most times might trip All these niggas wanna ride and ain't providin' a lick Buy my bitch a purse, for my daughter and my shooter SongtexteIt's $10,000 for a verse, you won't show if you a loser Yeah maybe you is real, but a pussy introduce us If I feel that you is real, I might just do it off the strength A nigga, bossman, ice man, buzzin' She creep up like a wolf, I make a howlin' sound, she bust it Goddamn, we just friends, fuck it That pussy got me hooked so I might make her be my woman Got some niggas that'll slide if he dubbin' this bitch Love'll get you killed, and you lovin' that bitch If I had to make a choice, I'd make a nigga strip I need money, every dollar, every chain in this bitch, nigga Fuck fame, all my niggas gettin' paid And these niggas don't want smoke, all these niggas gettin' saved Niggas talk crazy when they typin' on that page I got demons in real life for niggas thinkin' that they brave Any side of California, people know I'm very loyal Strap game made me royal, rap game made me spoiled She doin' my dreads butt-naked with Jamaican oils I'm eatin' Jamaican food and [?] this early mornin' Hella horny, I can't fuck a bitch if her lil' body bony She say, "Boy, you sleepin', I'ma teach you" then she hopped up on it Goddamn, she get it in, I'ma fuck everybody I be out here shittin' on these niggas like a port-a-potty All these diamonds on my neck, I'm the main attraction I'm that nigga, settin' plays like I'm Phil Jackson Sendin' shots without no guns, that's a lil' backwards Suckers sufferin' financially, niggas Twitter trappin' And you will get your ass smoked with all that Twitter yappin' I mean like way less talk and more interaction Got some niggas I can't trust that I'm still attached with Know some niggas who be actin' but they really actresses Jordan down, project party, turn it to a private party Had to spend the night with shawty, woke up eatin' calamari Finna cop a white Ferrari, smash up on the cops, I'm sorry Blow a bag and cop BVLGARI, iPhone X, forgot the charger Genius, but I'm half-retarded, walk in with the MAC and target Bitch, I push a hard bargain, blowin' on Nintendo cartridge Racks, my bitch on Dolly Parton, big titties Knockin' at the door, she flodgin', end up on that milk carton, bitch nigga All my niggas really demons, get to shootin' for no reason Catch a sucka tryna slide and have him standin' where we leave him And I'm goin' 'gainst the odds, but all my hundred dollars even All my niggas with the beefin', all you niggas turn to bleedin' I don't even want your bitch, still attackin' for the weekend I got money on my mind, I know exactly what you thinkin' I know temptation, and bitch, you'd be a dumb bitch to tempt me I got triggers on these semis, squeezin' 50 'til it's empty, bitch Aus Songtexte Mania