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Uh, Gang Squad flexing (squad flexing) [See you in heaven] Yeah Bitch, I'm turnt up I feel like I won a Grammy, yeah Love no Thotanies I know she cannot understand me, yeah Speaking guapanese I know he cannot understand me, yeah I'm a real nigga all you gotta do is hear me out Please don't judge me if you do not know my past, now Men in black, sign that waver or they blast, now I don't gotta shooter imma let you know that facts now Swerving in that big truck we got bullet-proof glass, now Bitch, I'm turnt up I feel like I won a Grammy, yeah I'm speaking guapanese I know he cannot understand me, yeah Love no Thotanies I know she cannot understand me, yeah I'm a real nigga all you gotta do is hear me out Please don't judge me if you do not know my past, now Men in black, sign that waver or they blast, now I don't gotta shooter imma let you know the facts, now Swerving in that big truck we got bullet-proof glass, now Straight flexing, she nagging I got them diamonds on my necklace they stay dancing She calling my phone saying, she a blessing She fake like a nigga chain but I can't test it SongtexteYeah, I'm a busy man she said, 'What you doing Saturday?' I just woke up I already made a band today Fuck a new nigga bitch, I just got a new fan today He just found out that she cheated, turned into a new man today Yeah, yeah She think her nigga got money he scamming, yeah Without that AP shit he rock, Truey and Vans, yeah I put my all in this music I ain't had no second plan, yeah And some niggas switched up, man I thought you was my fam, yeah Bitch, I'm turnt up I feel like I won the lottery I started making music, now these niggas wanna copy me Bitch you not me so you can't finesse my melody Niggas in the stu' and I know they think a lot of me Bitch, I'm turnt up I feel like I won a Grammy, yeah Love no Thotanies I know she cannot understand me, yeah Speaking guapanese I know he cannot understand me, yeah I'm a real nigga all you gotta do is hear me out Please don't judge me if you do not know my past, now Men in black, sign that waver or they blast, now I don't gotta shooter imma let you know that facts now Swerving in that big truck we got bullet-proof glass, now Aus Songtexte Mania