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I mean, I ain't fuckin' with no one like that, like heavy, like Know what I mean? Come out and play I still say [?] no nigga I was just playin' with them [?] with me and I can't [?] myself, so I don't really feel like I don't really feel like I need to fuck with, like, niggas like that on that level, you feel me? What? That's a cap Y'all niggas ain't gettin' shit, huh Young nigga gettin' to a check, huh Whippin' up the baby, no crisp, huh Walkin' with your ol' lady no hip, huh Couldn't stay solid, you switched, huh When you see me, better dump it off the rip I'ma break the plot down, now we at the end Im'a break the Glock down and show your ass the lead Tell 'em nigga, yeah, over here, yeah yeah Over here, yeah, yeah, over here We ain't shootin' in the air Fuck nigga, over here, yeah yeah Over here, yeah yeah, over here We ain't shootin' in the air fuck nigga Gang in here, gang in here, your hoe in here, hoe in here SongtexteBow your head, bow your head, the pope in here, fuck nigga Where we at? Where we at? Where we is? Where we is? Give a fuck about what they doin' over there, fuck nigga Love and affection, you gon' tell me everything that I'm neglectin' Eat that pussy while I listen, on your IG story in my necklace Chunk you till you get breathless, bitch try to play me, in your mentions Keep my gun on me like we Texas, tell you lil' boyfriend don't get reckless Baby, he should fuck with me, I tote them seeds, I own, no lease I split my pill down into three ways Got a hold of me and talk to me You wanted me, I'm still sneakin' and geekin' Bentley with the ostrich seats, the Dream Mode jeans Adjust my seat, and Rick smoke like he from Cali Nigga I'm a walkin', talkin', poppin' brick Got hand on my dick, got percocets on a off day Y'all niggas ain't gettin' shit, huh Young nigga gettin' to a check, huh Whippin' up the baby, no crisp, huh Walkin' with your ol' lady no hip, huh Couldn't stay solid, you switched, huh When you see me, better dump it off the rip I'ma break the plot down, now we at the end Im'a break the Glock down and show your ass the lead Tell 'em nigga, yeah, over here, yeah yeah Over here, yeah, yeah, over here We ain't shootin' in the air Fuck nigga, over here, yeah yeah Over here, yeah yeah, over here We ain't shootin' in the air fuck nigga Gang in here, gang in here, your hoe in here, hoe in here Bow your head, bow your head, the pope in here, fuck nigga Where we at? Where we at? Where we is? Where we is? Give a fuck about what they doin' over there, fuck nigga Yeah, I'm on than a bitch When it rain these niggas get wet I'm that nigga, you don't miss I'ma drop a baby Phone and name his ass Sprint See me, I'm the Eclipse I'ma give y'all life to be the King, not the Prince I'ma burn in hell for the things that I did You might go to heaven bein' as pussy as you is Tell 'em that you lookin' at a boss not a rookie New teeth, yeah, it's a look, bae Off that adderall when you booked me I am armed to the teeth like Sasuke When I go to Tampa Bay, you my roomate Fuckin' in the front seat, they ain't lookin' Hand my nine to you, you know where to put it Yeah, I lied to you, know that brand new bag Y'all niggas ain't gettin' shit, huh Young nigga gettin' to a check, huh Whippin' up the baby, no crisp, huh Walkin' with your ol' lady no hip, huh Couldn't stay solid, you switched, huh When you see me, better dump it off the rip I'ma break the plot down, now we at the end Im'a break the Glock down and show your ass the lead Tell 'em nigga, yeah, over here, yeah yeah Over here, yeah, yeah, over here We ain't shootin' in the air Fuck nigga, over here, yeah yeah Over here, yeah yeah, over here We ain't shootin' in the air fuck nigga Gang in here, gang in here, your hoe in here, hoe in here Bow your head, bow your head, the pope in here, fuck nigga Where we at? Where we at? Where we is? Where we is? Give a fuck about what they doin' over there, fuck nigga SSET, SSET DJ Both Legs in the mix Hi Walkin' on your bitch for the '99 to 2000s I miss the way you touch me [?] shit, DJ Both Legs ready for my mix This is a e-e-e-exclusive I think I might be Grey Honda, move your shit Don't bump the DJ table I miss fucking you We're turnin' up, Bold Choice Ballroom, 95 door You touch me Broward County Do you miss me? Walk in on your bitch Mmhmm Do you miss me? Right leg, left leg It's the real DJ Both Legs I love you too Talk to you later Bye Aus Songtexte Mania