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Word to Big Tray Dee They got lil bitty niggas ridin around on they mufakin bikes wit 9's Itchy trigga finger fever lookin for a reason to squeeze it He got a gun cause his pop got one He can't get caught without it, and get rocked Plus a chick that he like live on the other side By them niggas who smoked his partner over a couple a dollars Dice games put a strain on friendships You'll get flipped over chips nigga real quick I'm just delivering that real shit Speaking from experience Because me and my dogs livin it Risking it all and not knowin Just being silent for my big homies Lettin em know that they can count on us Depend on it to be delivered on time By some young niggas who about business intended for millions Touched that and extended that division to billions My brothers ?nerves? back He in the window Rifled up like Malcolm X in that picture His lil bro in the booth laying that playa shit He just protecting the situation And waiting for yall to come up with crazy shit Buck em down SongtexteBuck em down Buck em down (Repeats 4X) Keep the key in it Chevys on switches Smokin weed in it Laughing in our pictures Wouldn’t talk about it If niggas didn’t live it If you need to see it You can come and visit If you don’t believe me Then ask one of your bitches Ask about me So clean its ridiculous Hurts you to admit it ?? Aus Songtexte Mania