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Bet you wonderin' how we got these straps in the club Bitch, I got a full tucked Bet they wonderin’ how we gettin' it in, ain't slowin’ up Lot of cash, I ain't goin' back Block hot, got to lay low Residue all on the stove Neighbors trippin', traffic need to slow Down, servin' pounds for the low Run in here, no, wouldn't do that Send some shots straight through your durag Hard times, hard times Nigga had them mob ties, mob ties Pull up in the hood to the new spot Speed got the load in, and all of 'em's Addies If Puncho don’t like you, he ruinin’ your package My niggas wildin' every day for breakfast Ride around high, don’t give no fucks I spin the block, you better duck I shoot at you, we breakin' rules, I'm sweepin' road, whoa Yeah, they wonderin’ how I got that automatic fire Bitch, I got a full plug Called up Tune, told him get me some bucks Run in your shit while you sleep, you get punked All of my niggas is with it All of my niggas down to hit some missions SongtexteI just play dumb, niggas comin' up missin' Know nothin', stay quiet, them niggas just fishin' Ayy, I do this shit for my crew Go against us, get put on the news Solid niggas All around me are solid niggas Boy, don't try me, I fire at niggas I pop out and put holes in your body, nigga Bet you wonderin' how we got these straps in the club Bitch, I got a full tucked Bet they wonderin' how we gettin' it in, ain't slowin' up Lot of cash, I ain't goin' back Block hot, got to lay low Residue all on the stove Neighbors trippin', traffic need to slow Down, servin' pounds for the low Run in here, no, wouldn't do that Send some shots straight through your durag Hard times, hard times Nigga had them mob ties, mob ties Nigga pillow talkin' to a bitch Quickest way to get your ass hit Find his ass and feed him to the pigs Army guns, we shootin' through the bricks Organized crime at its finest Lot of work, I put in time for these diamonds Worst up or best up Try me, wish you the best luck, best luck Still can smell the gunpowder, whoa Once I get the cash, I can go Drive-bys, worst feeling ever I get high to make me feel better Feel so much on the run, baby Cold case, I hope it's done, baby I'm tryna feed the block I can't explain, I can't leave the block Free my niggas, RIP to all my niggas, yeah I swear I miss my dawgs Young nigga, I make a way for my dawgs It's okay, you ain't gotta pave the way for my dawgs I love my niggas even if it ain't no paper involved I keep a strap, I let 'em have it, it get ratchet in Jurassic Bet you wonderin' how we got these straps in the club Bitch, I got a full tucked Bet they wonderin' how we gettin' it in, ain't slowin' up Lot of cash, I ain't goin' back Block hot, got to lay low Residue all on the stove Neighbors trippin', traffic need to slow Down, servin' pounds for the low Run in here, no, wouldn't do that Send some shots straight through your durag Hard times, hard times Nigga had them mob ties, mob ties Yeah, I got a big strap, nigga, don't move Bitch, I came here for the loot, ayy, yeah In doubt Get to gettin' in this motherfucker if you move I get to huh, young nigga, move Then I'ma dead it, bitch I'm up Nigga I tell it, good job Young nigga gettin' head in the big truck, uh Pull up in the Bentley, that's a big truck Aus Songtexte Mania