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JD On Tha Track Iceberg want a bag, bitch We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang And it’s gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain I'm a killer, girl, I’m sorry, but I can't change We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hits your brain We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don’t get banged ’Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane She don’t like her body, left the doctor with a new shape Blowing up my phone 'cause she just see me with my new bae Heartbreaker, ladies love me like I'm Cool J She was tryna cling onto a nigga, but it's too late Booked a flight to Cali, racks and condoms in my suitcase And every single dollar in these bands gotta blue face Diamonds in the Rollie, they in HD like it’s Blu-Ray The way that I been ballin' should make the cover of 2K Show out for the summer I might pull up in a new Wraith Dissin' on the gang that's gon only get your crew chased And we hawk shit down, better tighten up yo shoe lace Lil bro get up close let the Glock 22 spray We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang SongtexteAnd it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hits your brain We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged 'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane Oh-ohh-ohh, yeah I call lil' bro, he said he ready for that shit (Said he ready for that shit) What you claim? You a lame, you ain't never put in pain (Put in pain) I be around some killers that go crazy for the gang (They go crazy for the game) If I showed you all my charges, you won't look at me the same (You won't look at me the same) Made some choices in my life I wish I never had to make (Wish I never had to make) Lost my brother, seen him die and I just seen him graduate (I just seen him graduate) Got that .40 on my side and I'm just rollin' past the jakes (I'm just rollin' past jakes) Bro, my hands can do the job and I ain't talkin' masturbate I was in and outta state (State) 'cause I had a bag to make (Bag to make) I risked my life but it's alright'cause God ain't let me pass away (Pass away) Fuck tomorrow, spin the block, just know we comin' back today (Back today) I call Polo, he come dolo, we get 'em the fast way We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hits your brain We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged 'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane Aus Songtexte Mania