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G Shit, coming from where niggas don't see shit No Peace treaty believe me some real street shit Speak so fluid in Bompton that old P shit Still got bitches that hoein that's on me pimp Street light, thugging in the same place as last night But we ain't never trip on no mama as long as the cash right You ain't really want no problems we do it on site Hop out the homies be with it don't take this shit light Get off squeezing the semi like we don't do fights Rental car drop it in Vegas and take a cheap flight Uber right up to the airport and cop a red eye A little getaway to get my mind right, mind right, mind right Still the same nigga from the westside Where I can say I really done did it where the best died P ? greet me when I land real gang ties Ghetto gospel the hood love the ? Now the bitch was stealing rollies Trying to bring them to the homies She was dangerous out roaming I was on the porch smoking Eyes partially opened but your dog super focused Jet life rolling with the dopest on some coast to coast shit I know woopers I know locsters cuz there hustlers all over Dollar signs what it's about on the rotor I ? these whole hundred thousand Rolex SongtexteMy dickies show two buttons on the top I got four switches in my rag top Smoke chamber, private jet hangar you might pass out Cough up a lung ? is where I'm from I gotta eat every motherfucking crumb I gotta get what I come for Look what I done but i know I can do much more Push for another Ferrari or another Porche, another score ? break that fucking dashboard Stand up in the motor jamming the floaters In the Wraith made for comfort driver's seat like a sofa I'm going wherever the paper, I'm locked and loaded First class flight this morning from New Orleans to California Upon landing, the bad bitch pulled up on me and pulled out everything she had for me homie Aus Songtexte Mania