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(I like this) Yeah I can get you knocked for a hundred bands Did a drive-by then they walked in Pricey on my block, its some Talibans Put you in a coffin‚ never breathe again Show you like I tell you Ask me if I change I tell you "Hell no" Tatted at my arms to my fucking elbow Till they free my dawg from the prison cell Know when I pull up in Benzo brand new Benzo Imma blow a couple bands just to make an entrance Solo date on my calendar‚ check my credentials All this ballin' might offend ya‚ fuck up ya mental Thats Balenci on my toes so don't buy the mall so And the socks and the feet, probably even more so Never send them shots to me cause I'm doing 10 toes Imma send a couple shots to whoever sent you (Boyoy) Show you like I tell you Ask me if i change i tell you hell no Tatted at my arm to my fucking elbow Sticking to the code, you know I'm Velcro Songtexte Rollie that's a bust down‚ it's full of with diamonds It don't tell the time but its 80 thousand Bitch I'm rocking houses and large amounts are stuffed in my trousers Bouncing with all ya spouses, like it around us Non stop, my ship is tip top Don't you ever get it twisted for what it is not Marijuana give me wisdom‚ fee round mi kingdom Never ever has it been done, you never seen some (Boyoy) Show you like I tell you Ask me if I change, I tell you "Hell no" Tatted at my arm to my fucking elbow Sticking to the code, you know I'm Velcro Show you like I tell you Ask if I change, I tell you "Hell no" Tatted at my arm to my fucking elbow Till they free my dog from a prison cell I can get you knocked for a hundred bands Did a drive-by then they walked in Pricey on my block, its some Talibans Put you in a coffin, never breathe again Cartier bust down on my sleeve We can trade gold when I sleep Drank codeine, lose speed Walking through the back door, 100 deep Bet 5 racks on the T Off that kiddy counter AP Givency, Givency, double Gs Bad bitch come where ever I need Legendary tatted on her knees 40 foreign cars, you won't believe Diamond-diamonds on my neck, bullets in your torso Gotta represent the set, fuck it, its on my elbow Cut from a different cloth, should have been a gigolo Only run with certified hitters in the circle Anytime its violence, my niggas start to riot Chopper get to ringing, can't be quiet Real niggas always move in silence Copping out, never I ain't hiding I was wanna rebel 'til I'm dying You get wetter than a pool, I dive in Balenciaga shoes, freestylin' Aus Songtexte Mania