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Pour that shit up, Trvpyyy Woah, I just get the bag and go Woah, if you gon' shoot, then go Pull up in the dark tint We do a drive-by, high five She gon' eat that dick just like some Five Guys, 'til she tired (Yeah) All of my niggas, they down to ride Setitoff with me, he went, brought the fire Then Tony keep tellin' me he wanna die Then YBT, we jugg, we glide Pop they cap, they know they lyin' Bad lil' bitch, she mighty fine One thing a gangsta don't play 'bout is pride Bring out the Draco when it's time to slide Bitch, I got the stick in the ride when I ride That yellow bitch, Setitoff cut like a pie Nah I ain't gon play, hop out, give 'em that fire (Yeah) Oh you like the smoke? Well nigga, let's get high Hit his ass with that .40, make his mama cry If that bitch come outside, I'll make his mama die We runnin' up that bag, makin' ten bands a night High, the life, pourin' fours in the Sprite Beat that back in and go hop on a flight High off a Perk, I might beat it all night SongtexteI just put three grams in a doobie, that's light I'm mixin' the Gucci in with the Off-white On gangstas, a nigga be fly like a kite That blicka on me, nah, I ain't tryna fight What you got on you? Nine, it's a Glock 23 What you owe for a P? Bitch, I want 23 I got YBT and I got Bino with me Big blicka on me, hella hundreds on me Yeah, we got that big blicky (Blicky) We pull up in Fiji Then we fuckin' on your main bitch up in the Maybach Then we can't even smoke no weed because they tried to lace that Then we really do want smoke, you copy and you paste that Copy, the blue wheel Masi' (Masi') They knockin', my posts got really poppin' New flame, new shades (Shades, yeah) These streets ain't safe (Safe, yeah) Thank God I stayed away Woah, I just get the bag and go Woah, if you gon' shoot, then go Pull up in the dark tint We do a drive-by, high five She gon' eat that dick just like some Five Guys, 'til she tired (Yeah) All of my niggas, they down to ride Setitoff with me, he went, brought the fire Then Tony keep tellin' me he wanna die Then YBT, we jugg, we glide Pop they cap, they know they lyin' Bad lil' bitch, she mighty fine Cuban link 'round my neck and it drip like a faucet (Ooh) Ooh, don't slip, be cautious Jump start through my hood, I might get outta pocket Big .40 on me, I ain't scared of nobody These bullets hit, they gon' rip through his body I hit once, that chopper gon' kick like karate We just might slide with them sticks: hockey I beat the pussy, whip: Bobby Ain't 'bout the money, it ain't no discussion Run up, you get burnt, like you just touched an oven Fuck on that bitch, I might hit on her cousin (Ayy) She bust like a 12-gauge shotty: dozen They know in my city I ball like Derozan Me, Bino and Set, man, our family was chosen These diamonds (What?), they hit, you can see through my choker It's time for this shit to blow up: motor Woah, I just get the bag and go Woah, if you gon' shoot, then go Pull up in the dark tint We do a drive-by, high five She gon' eat that dick just like some Five Guys, 'til she tired (Yeah) All of my niggas, they down to ride Setitoff with me, he went, brought the fire Then Tony keep tellin' me he wanna die Then YBT, we jugg, we glide Pop they cap, they know they lyin' Bad lil' bitch, she mighty fine Aus Songtexte Mania