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Two Bentley trucks, one white, one black Like Kevin Limes, it's a lean Alexander McQueen, Canada goose [?] jeans Cut the traction off on the track hawk We 'bout to fuck up the streets Two Bentley trucks, one white, one black Like Kevin Limes, it's a lean You probably don't wan' beef We ain't got guns, we got machines I'm ight pull up in the Cullen Soon as I fuck a bitch, her and her friends discussing it I'm in the trenches sluggin' it In this bitch with fetty bitches Know I got that fetty Walking lip they soup confetti Took off the diamonds, had to forget it Who you die nigga Nigga be living a lie Money, I get it a lot Been counting this shit for a while, nigga Been through up M's to mob, nigga I been draped in gold Ooh, I run up then I blow SongtexteOoh, ay, mobbin' with my bros Ooh, came up kicking doors, ooh Gimme dat, gimme dat My new chain 3d Diamonds HD, rhyme with the HD Usually don't bae but can you get your bitch back please? She ben asking me for money, almost got her feelings hurt Bitch, why you think my feelings weren't? Soon as i fuck, skrr skrr, ay I'm at Delilahs, came in a spider Damn near hit her everything in the room But I'ma be quiet With the police they be honest I'm so loyal I bet on alliance Dem killers do what I say like Simon Came up on the track Niggas, you must understand We don't condone that, we don't do rats They ain't for cooking the white Lil bit of soda, making it stretch Bitch, I said it all Pull my car, I'm swerving Doing them dirty Nigga, on purpose, serve 'em Bitch cooking up on the stove We got problems, let me know Brody quick to let it blow ?? me my gunners, I'm ?? December coming 2020 vert Took a nigga bitch and made her squirt I'm like, "Grizzly, please don't end up on a shirt" We not the heroes, we the villains This ain't a movie, the good ones ain't winning Why is you gassing him up to ?? Paint shit like a artist, no She gon' suck dick for a Bape hoodie If she ain't going, I'm gone, I don't take pussy I roll with niggas and 'rarri's You hear about body and you got scared We heard about bodies and we got inspired Give it a rest Even though he ain't got no hope He hope your head can fit in that vest, bitch If the police ask, don't let 'em know Shooters with me, quick to let it blow You keep cuffing that bitch, boy, let her go Come through with that work and let it snow Aus Songtexte Mania