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Drug addicts Hit-Boy Freed the bitch, keep the stick Peep the drip, bitch, I'm rich, ayy Thirty stick, fifty stick Drums and shit, we thunder shit, ayy Nigga, who is you, ayy? Family, not a group, ayy Ridin' with this tool, couple niggas I'm tryna shoot, ayy Still with the shit, and I barely miss And if this rap shit don't work, then it's back to hittin' licks Bitch, I stay with it, every day with it I'm a side nigga, I be main hittin' My bro fucked my bitch, but I ain't trippin' We hit all these hoes, we don't claim bitches (Nope) Throwin' C's up (Gang), but I ain't crippin' (Gang) You's a bitch, you's a pussy, nigga, same difference Foreign lane changin' (Gang), Hellcat lane switchin' (Skrrt) Waitin' for that mil' like it's Thanksgiving You can't name a beat that I ain't ripping (Nope) '96 Bulls, but I ain't Pippen (Jordan) We got big choppers, y'all got little Glocks Y'all some lil' niggas, bitch, we play different (Nerd) VVS diamonds, all my chains hittin' You can't name a whip that this chop ain't flippin' SongtexteActin' like you pimpin', nigga, you be simpin' Ten bands or better, or I don't wanna kick it, bitch Freed the bitch, keep the stick Peep the drip, bitch, I'm rich, ayy Thirty stick, fifty stick Drums and shit, we thunder shit, ayy Nigga, who is you, ayy? Family, not a group, ayy Ridin' with this tool, couple niggas I'm tryna shoot, ayy Still with the shit, and I barely miss And if this rap shit don't work, then it's back to hittin' licks Coke white buffs, these hoes fresher than a ninth grader Feel like Maino when I'm in my city, I'm like, "Hi, hater" And I been cheatin' on my forty, me and nine laid up Nina put the opps in the bed that y'all mind made of Bitch, and all my niggas demons, still hope God save us We got guns big as Godzilla, get your block ate up And we gon' have to shoot it out if them cops raid us Always talkin' 'bout what you spent, what you got saved up? Did a fuck if we did it, y'all better not blame us I remain the same through this shit, how can y'all change up? Bro gettin' cussed out by his bitch, I hope dawg hang up If we go down, then that's that, won't let the law break us I can make a faithful bitch cheat off the whistle I just wanna ball, I ain't pickin' up my dribble Touch down in your city, all I need me is a pistol Thinkin' you take what's mine, nigga must be off the crystal, bitch Freed the bitch, keep the stick Peep the drip, bitch, I'm rich, ayy Thirty stick, fifty stick Drums and shit, we thunder shit, ayy Nigga, who is you, ayy? Family, not a group, ayy Ridin' with this tool, couple niggas I'm tryna shoot, ayy Still with the shit, and I barely miss And if this rap shit don't work, then it's back to hittin' licks Aus Songtexte Mania