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We Global now Word on the street, they got a lil' bitty hit out Really run Atlanta, I can make a nigga get out If anything, I have more respect for you bitches Nigga, you a bitch, we don't shoot and miss (Nah) Glock-19 unfold and it spit out Double R underneath the door when I get out Clutchin' on my fans, had to tell lil' bro to chill out How the fuck your whole gang down the road and you still out? Undercover rat, pussy nigga, you a sellout Every show I get either packed or it sell out I been ballin' hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out Know a nigga mad, he can't even put a hit out Middle of the winter, drop top with a mink on Bad lil' vibe, yeah, she say that's her theme song I done made a whole million dollars off a flip phone No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain't even have a ringtone Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate We just fuck around, we don't date I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in Then I took off, I ain't have no other option I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit SongtexteI was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen Call overseas, tell them youngins to spin again I don't throw rocks and hide my hand 'cause I'm a man Million cash in the book bag, I'm a big dog Threw my shot at any nigga, bitch, I think I'm Chris Paul Sippin' all these meds, nigga gotta be throwed off I was gettin' head, fucked around and I dozed off Rolls Royce truck, crank it and let the nose out Everything I said, I went did it, boy, I'm the chosen child Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate We just fuck around, we don't date I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in Then I took off, I ain't have no other option I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen Safe deposit boxes on fleek And my bank account, I don't touch it, I'ma get it out the street Got your vibe all on my drip, she say you cheap And she know I'm havin' money, buy her titties, ass, and teeth Catchin' three flights every day, the only time I get some sleep Kept it real and they be cappin', really you can't compete I spend it all on bullets, niggas don't wanna beef Got a D-boy swag, pull up SRT I ain't playin' with nobody, nobody gon' play with me Got a driver for my car, he take me from A to Z Got some homies on the yard I probably'll never see If the money was the issue I promise they'd be free They was sleepin' on me bad, they fucked around, woke up a beast Switch it up, I went romantic, took my shawty out to Greece Every city that I go to, gotta link up with the street I'm too humble for 'em, guess that's why they thinkin' I was sweet Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate We just fuck around, we don't date I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in Then I took off, I ain't have no other option I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen Aus Songtexte Mania