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Yeah Young Jefe, holmes Elijah Che che Shinners Oh It's 2018, but we trappin’ like the '80s And I'ma drive you crazy, I’m a dope boy, baby I promise if I want you, then you gonna be my lady And baby if I fuck you, you might want to have a baby When it come to money, yeah, I used to have a problem I had a single mom, she said I acted like my father Streets what I was watchin', so I turned into a robber Bitch, skills no dollar, Shy be jumpin' like the Carter, uh On my way to B-More and I'm ridin' with a K Longest 30 30, that's forever and a day Slidin' through the west, they say that's Jefe and they wave Shout out Scooter, up next Bitch, we live from the A Bitch you got your nerve, oh, you must ain’t heard My hittas like The Purge, they just waitin’ on the word Ain't mean to say I love you, you just had me on the verge Now I’m scurtin' off like Tino when I hit you with that curve SongtexteGone salute me, or gone shoot me She said that this a new me, but she really never knew me I know niggas had millions but they ended up like Pookie Might be too little for Hollywood, but my life is a movie It's 2018, but we trappin' like the ’80s And I'ma drive you crazy, I'm a dope boy, baby I promise if I want you, then you gonna be my lady And baby if I fuck you, you might want to have a baby When it come to money, yeah, I used to have a problem I had a single mom, she said I acted like my father Streets what I was watchin', so I turned into a robber Bitch, skills no dollar, Shy be jumpin' like the Carter, uh In DC coolin' with GG This Colt 3 pass me the Gushers It's the way that we be shinin' Got them bad ones wanting to fuck us Walk in just me and Vicky, no security, who gone touch us Keep runnin' up them bands, so allergic to you busters Holler at 30 30 and Scooter and Truce I know they smilin' down A lot of niggas turned they back on me And just don't turn back around I see .45 lemon squeeze, don't reach for that Rollie Crown All this lean probably gone fuck up my kids, I need to slow it down I just stand tall Tryna get these Ms like John Wall Get ate up on a jail call Gotta make sure my mans ball Five deep and we can't fall All my niggas dope boys Came up off of straight raw Middle of the summer Have you ever seen this snow fall It's 2018, but we trappin' like the '80s And I'ma drive you crazy, I'm a dope boy, baby I promise if I want you, then you gonna be my lady And baby if I fuck you, you might want to have a baby When it come to money, yeah, I used to have a problem I had a single mom, she said I acted like my father Streets what I was watchin', so I turned into a robber Bitch, skills no dollar, Shy be jumpin' like the Carter, uh Aus Songtexte Mania