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Drugs, all up in my system I'm tryna smoke 'em tryna drink 'em, tryna hit some' No interviews and no meet and greet, can't flick up To you rap niggas, don't say my name when you spit somethin' I had bitches, I had homies, but they switched up I'm only kickin' it with your bitch to get my dick sucked I'm on the road runnin' that dope, I got my stick tucked Nigga you ain't know talkin' all that shit'll get your shit bust I got that fire on me right now, nigga I slay shit Before I leave the house I thank God and I pray bitch My girlfriend love my dirty drawers and I ain't shit She said baby how you get this money? I said I take shit We them niggas poppin' and you not, better catch up Free Ketchup, I got up off my ass and niggas flexed up I'm sick, don't need no check-up, I'm running checks up I pop a perky 'fore we sets up, 'bout to fuck her neck up I be in them foreign cars, you be in Integras I don't trust no Insta bitches, 'cause they probably set-ups Pop a molly, who want trippin', shoot him from the neck up Free my niggas doin' time, man I hope they bless up Ain't no nigga finna press us, finna rip his flesh up Life's a movie, you an extra, but ain't with the extras Fenix flexin', see the check bruh, we is really next up Life's a movie, you an extra, but ain't with the extras SongtexteSteady countin' C-notes, cookin' up like C.N.O.T.E Baby mama deepthroat, catch me in the streets though In LA, Mexico where I get the yay I can never go broke if I sell a bag a day Choppers spray, bullets eat a nigga like it's gay Servin' J's, nine to five AM, that shit pays That's your wife, she my bitch, it's okay You still pourin' ones, I pour the trey I'ma spend a bag and enjoy my day Dirty stick, bad bitches where I lay Dirty digits in my bank account, okay? This the players club like Rappin 4 Tay Rollin' in a five seater with four K's And I'm sittin' sideways with your bae Rollin' in a five seater with four K's And I'm sittin' sideways with your bae Aus Songtexte Mania