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Uh, uh, uh Trauma Tone Ring ring (Brrt), I just got a fed call (Call) You know that must mean somebody is dead and gone (Uh-huh) Got a redbone, she just want that bread, dawg (Want that bread, dawg) I took her to the loft, she suck my head off (Oh) Did this song, we didn't group up with the head on New coupe (Skrrt), same color eggnog You play with the gang, we take your head off (Gang gang) Bang bang (Young Jefe, holmes), murked 'em then we spin off We gon' ride on a nigga, we gon' slide (We gon' slide) Jump out, five of them niggas, homicide (Oh, oh) She got tired of them niggas, she was smart (She was smart) I had to hide all them niggas, they was hot (Oh, oh) Oh, I knocked her out the park, it was a curve too (Woah) I mix that Off-White with Louis just like Virgil do (Just like Virgil) I'm insane, lil' nigga, I will murder you (Oh yeah) Who these lame lil' niggas? I never heard of you (Never heard of you) Got your bitch, yeah, Audemar my wrist, yeah (Check out my wrist) I got brick fare, woo, I think I'm Ric Flair (Woo, woo) Take a trip with a baddie, quick dip, yeah (Quick dip) A nigga snitch, gotta put him in a ditch, yeah (Yeah) Ring ring (Brrt), I just got a fed call (Call) SongtexteYou know that must mean somebody is dead and gone (Uh-huh) Got a redbone, she just want that bread, dawg (Want that bread, dawg) I took her to the loft, she suck my head off (Oh) Did this song, we didn't group up with the head on New coupe (Skrrt), same color eggnog You play with the gang, we take your head off (Gang gang) Bang bang, murked 'em then we spin off These niggas ain't hard as they speak Left shots from the yard to the streets These niggas facecard say deceased If he play, put that boy underneath I pray for my deacon, stand up and I preach I'm preferring that chopper whenever I preach Had to run up a sack, I ain't never gon' leech Put Off-White on my back and Dior on my sneaks When you talkin' that boy, we serve it better Thirty hang out that pole, beyond steppers We be stretchin' that dope for non-helpers Every day we gon' roll, we all felons Shawty a fool, admit that shit pressure She sellin' them arms off her own celly In the cell we don't crack, ain't nobody tellin' I'ma rip me an app, put it up, I bet it On the stage for that bag, ain't nobody smilin' I got choppers and masses, you get the message When they try to get to me, I up and pop it They say shit to get to me, I never let it That shawty so bad, I'ma beat her body Thirteen grand on a bracelet, it cost eleven Niggas bitches, they talkin' too much, I'm steppin' Everybody around me, they strapped and ready, gang Ring ring (Brrt), I just got a fed call (Call) You know that must mean somebody is dead and gone (Uh-huh) Got a redbone, she just want that bread, dawg (Want that bread, dawg) I took her to the loft, she suck my head off (Oh) Did this song, we didn't group up with the head on New coupe (Skrrt), same color eggnog You play with the gang, we take your head off (Gang gang) Bang bang (Young Jefe, holmes), murk 'em then we spin off Aus Songtexte Mania