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Uhh, this that Butcher shit, nigga This that Griselda shit This that Daringer shit, nigga Yeah, ayo this shit so big, it'll put a hole through you You, you and the wall, nigga Yo, look, uhh I pray for niggas flippin' half ounces One day they reach the point they carryin' duffle bags out of stash houses We was cash counters, fast thousands Had me pullin' glass out the pot, the water runnin' like Splash Mountain I catch a lick, I won't brag 'bout it I just show up in a mask with a Mag with bag 'round it (nigga) Fuck a booth, you could get drag out it Splashed Clicq' on my last outfit The Benz off white, the Jag almond Monopoly, I cop the whole board We rock the (?), bought me a guage then chop the nose off Was lock, nobody sent a postcard (fuck 'em) I'm still a gangsta, serve food on the table I chop the coke on I got your bitch rockin' slow songs But we don't fuck, she just suck me off And come to drop the dope off I play the trap in a snow storm (facts) With a brick, I made a stack every time they twist the doorknob They talkin' bodies, but I doubt if they with it SongtexteThis that Godfather flow that got Gotti acquitted Spendin' money, fuckin' hotties, it get highly addictive Lost my gun in a robbery, end up robbin' me with it (shit) I miss the bodies on bodies, so you probably can get it And catch fragments from the shottie just parleyin' with 'em Back home, the streets cold, shit, God is my witness Niggas even get smoked when they mindin' they bid'ness, uhh Tell me why it's normal when blood spill in the streets? (why?) Smirk on my face while the judge sentencin me I remember when they kept drug dealin' discreet ('member that?) Now it's like, you can buy drugs and get receipts I'd face a RICO charge if these walls was talkin' (damn) We cooked hard up to soft from a small apartment (word) Seen it all, swear to God them halls still haunt me I heard my brother got cut in the yard in Marcy I'm feelin' guilty, cause maybe I misled him (sorry) Is it fate? Every son my mom raised turned out a felon (facts) They still her stay in school, but nah, that don't pay electric It's funny how we say we trap just to make an exit That's how you think when you hustlin', another hustler still vouchin' for me They ain't forget, them niggas bought they first ounces from me Yeah, whoa, I went and got a lawyer My lawyer hired a lawyer and that one got an accountant for me I'm stackin' boxes like UPS, a fan on the barrel to cool the TEC I play the field just like Mookie Betts She never call she only shoot me text I fuck her once a week, but to me, that's Romeo and Juliet The arm the Rollie on, I use it best Whip a zip to a 44, the dopest raw is usually stretched Y'all be tryin' to gas me, I'm too cocky 'round these rappers (yeah) With the Buffalo gang unit got me down as active, motherfucker Aus Songtexte Mania