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Can't tell me a motha fuckin' thing, bruh Yeah, straight from hood like Yeah, had my nets on this devil, yeah Yeah, show them niggas Told them niggas, I'ma show them niggas, what up Yeah, told them niggas and I show them niggas, where at Yeah, told them niggas and I show them niggas, where at Ugh, yeah Straight out the sewer like Das EFX Which one of you fuck niggas want it next In my dreams I see faces of death I'ma pray for you hoes, get your Rosary, cross your chest Your soprano can't fade me like Thanos I just chipped a whole damn piano up out the west Hit Chicago up, might fuck around ball out like baller And go put 500 thangs on the jet I just picked up 500 thangs on the strip Nigga rap with a 100 hundred pack in the Lyft OG niggas they told me that they see me movin' That they had the hookers in '96 Black Tony told 'em Chichi get the ye Line of scrimmage, Peyton Manning, switch the play Pour the up holy water all up in the Jesus piece Wash a real nigga's sins away Yeah, took it from the devil's mouth SongtexteI hammer nets on the roof of the devil's house Chop a dime bag or chop with the metal out Percocet, weed and codeine brought the devil out Brought coke in momma house, let the devil in Dropped us a zip, took on off, ain't gone never win I'm so sick of these fuckin' rap groupies I need to find some good pussy to settle in Hit my plug with the strap, pussy boy Wanna jack up the pack and a nigga can't settle for it I just hit her to death All he do is smoke wet on the steps And a nigga might hit 'em for it Six figures, most niggas never saw it Almighty dollar, nigga can't ignore it Light, gas bill, nigga can't afford it Put him on that wet and even wet 'em for it Yeah Fed ball rollin', guess me chuckin' up the vodka, locos Bitch, I run the deck like Willie Lloyd A nigga got the fans and the feds takin' photos Know we say we'll load 'em, when you see the logo Made a half a milli off of Motorola Percy Miller with the bakin' soda Silk the Shocker a rock, I guess he murdered moguls I'm a giant, niggas standin' on my shoulders Gave them niggas game, now they throwin' shade I know Folks, Crips, Bloods, Renegades Got respect drippin' from a nigga name Finna load this heat seekers and the guage Drugs loaded in me when I hit the stage And the Folks, Crips, Bloods, Renegades Got respect drippin' from a nigga name Nigga what I know Folks, Crips, Bloods, Renegades Got respect drippin' from a nigga name Nigga what, yeah Yeah, big dough up on you, wrap it nigga Bout to zip a pack and then it's automatic Nigga what Aus Songtexte Mania