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Yeah, yeah TK Kravitz That boy Cassius I told my hoes I'm on some new shit I told my enemies they ain't gon' do shit I took my lil' bitch to Ruth Chris We ate good, she fucked me good, then I'm through with it She sucked me good, she like good weed, like good dick Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, on some hood shit Pull up with the cannon, ain't no broomstick, yeah yeah Old school AK, ayy, bae, wood stick, yeah She like Wendy Williams, have 'em forever talkin', yeah Hole in the bottom my Reeboks, now Margiela walkin', yeah She said, "Ooh, he got money," who heard you have to talk? Ferragamo up under my comma, just prepare the coffin (He dead) Hangin' up out that window with my ammo, shit get messy Skoob, man, why you don't fuck with KiKi? 'Cause she be too messy These niggas know my past, these niggas know my present Never been no lobster, never been no peasant, Derez Bad aim with the chit-chat, dig that Big strap, I came for the cash, let me get that Hundred round drum in that PLR, no kickback Yellow tape, shootouts in apartments, they didn't hit back SongtexteGunfire in them hallways, bitch, in broad day Broad day, servin' bricks, nicks, this ain't ball play Ridin' 'round with a thot bitch, she finna block with Lot of diamonds, bitch I'm shinin', la la la I told my hoes I'm on some new shit I told my enemies they ain't gon' do shit I took my lil' bitch to Ruth Chris We ate good, she fucked me good, then I'm through with it She sucked me good, she like good weed, like good dick Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, on some hood shit Pull up with the cannon, ain't no broomstick, yeah yeah Old school AK, ayy, bae, wood stick I'm Lil Ricky to the hood, don't like drama Bad chocolate lil' bitch, call her Wakanda Wrap her hands 'round that dick, anaconda I'm hot as hell in these streets like a sauna Get in, get out (Get out), at my grandma's house I was sleepin' on the floor, I was down and out Derez, Trouble, let's make this money double Secure the bag, never let it fumble (Derez De'Shon) Go anywhere rockin' my jewelry, uh Say you gon' rob me, then do it I shot at your top like Curry Hit your top, you drop, you buried Pull up on your block, no worries Pull up on your block and pop pop Skrrt, skrrt, swerve, yeah, uh Nike check, I just do it, uh, Kaepernick, uh Graduated with no cap and shit Go'n with all that cappin' shit Niggas sayin' this and that and that and this They just on some rapper shit We know you ain't whackin' shit I told my hoes I'm on some new shit I told my enemies they ain't gon' do shit I took my lil' bitch to Ruth Chris We ate good, she fucked me good, then I'm through with it She sucked me good, she like good weed, like good dick Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, on some hood shit Pull up with the cannon, ain't no broomstick, yeah yeah Old school AK, ayy, bae, wood stick, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania