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Yeah Yeah Really Uh I gave 'em seventeen, I'm back clickin' Two brand new hoes, I'm Chad trippin' Or Lou Will-in', if you willin' Summertime, drop the top, don't do ceilings Mob style, killers perched on few buildings I won't let 'em JFK me (Nah) Trey-pound boom like KD Shots make you dance like JT Everything in sync, clap to the click, click Before the body drop, I probably got a thottie with some pack or some drinks Middleman, nobody jacking your links You an internet nigga, nobody care what you actually think I'm at the spot, not your events I was handling a lick, you was on the 'Gram talking to my flicks I ignored you, now you salty and you sick Niggas actin' like they made me like they deserve a portion of my flip Like when I lost forty they helped offset the hit Hmm, never amigo Had to move them pounds like keto Reality rap, no egos You can't find these visuals on Vevo Songtexte And we came to get this money like we 'posed to do Cheers to the hustlers, toast to you If you mad and broke, then you 0 for 2 You gon' get the bag or you gon' be emotional? Don't let opportunity miss and hit who's close to you Make sure you get your just due Yo, I put a shooter on your block, niggas fleeing for cover Back when moving grams to suckers was my bread and butter No plan, I broke bread, my whole fam was struggling Do a lot of stunting but you never fed your brothers You ain't like me (Nah) I took them trips by myself to put my team on 'Cause fuck bein' rich by myself Penthouse views Big loud jewels keep talking, nigga, this fifth got a big mouth too No lie, trap stupid, I could quit by noon Just how I'm payin', I could have 'em rich by June Ah, they want me back in the pen' Load so heavy, caught a flat in the Benz (Damn) Bricks was thirty, I was taxin' 'em ten Every hustler guaranteed to make back what they spend Y'all talk dope, but y'all all broke What you know about thirty in a Carhartt coat? (Fuck you know about that?) Real shit, all off quotes Last month I hit a number I never saw off dope, THE BUTCHER And we came to get this money like we 'posed to do Cheers to the hustlers, toast to you If you mad and broke, then you 0 for 2 You gon' get the bag or you gon' be emotional? Don't let opportunity miss and hit who's close to you Make sure you get your just due Aus Songtexte Mania