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Brr Ayo Flygod Hangin' out the Royce with the Russian (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Everybody duckin', only five niggas got hit, fuck it (Ah) Halos over Palm Angels, watch for Lucifer (Ah) I had the beam on the Draco, lunching (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Dumpin', I threw the barrel at your pumpkin (Brr) Puffin' gelato, chillin', givin' game to my youngin' I told him that this shit don't come, you gotta want it And have that money back on time to me if I front it, ah (Let's go) I pull that gun up, you slippin', you better run it Shells, those feel like oatmeal, they sit in your stomach (Ah) I came home and let back niggas biddin' them numbers (Free my niggas) I'm thinkin' about which block that I'm killin' this summer Ayo, Dior rockin', .357 to your throat popper (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) He had to lay low, the streets watchin' Two different color duct tapes, I bet that shit got cut My shit swimmin', made two to five, now we winnin' Catch me on the yard, greased up, waves spinnin' CO knockin' at my cell, price on the linen Look, you know the wheels got the big Bs (Uh huh) The wrist freeze, diamonds dancin' like Chris Breeze (Hahaha) 3500 my sneakers, you can't get these After I nut, I made the bitch leave (Get out, bitch) SongtexteYou know my wrist mean, I double up if the brick clean (Let's go) But now I get that for a sixteen Ah, and I spend it like this dope from lotto SIG throwin' hollows, bullets big as a Corona bottle (Brr) It cost twenty bands for a convo My niggas all Capos, last time I cooked up, I wore a poncho (Ah) Pullin' up on your broad, pronto (What's poppin'?) I fucked her once, she hit me the next day but the call blocked though Ayo, all my jewels on, I'm in the two seater with the roof gone (Skrt) Bushmaster with the Raf straps, knock your shoes off (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Air hole TEC blew off, no screw off Headshot up close, his Just Don blew off (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I pull the coupe off with two bitches in my new loft (Vroom) Diamond tennis chains, VVSs, and a new cross Bring your biggest gun, nigga, we can have a shoot-off (Ha) Only hit three niggas, but, shit, I knocked two off (Brr) We the upper echelon of the hard rappers The most sought-after, bar after bar after bar after Bar, we raw like the soft of the traffic Nigga got out of pocket and my dawg clapped him (Ah, boom, boom, boom) We the hardest 'til I'm laid in a coffin (Ah) I never trade on the squadron Came with a forklift, ah, we made niggas bosses Doin' it from the stage to the faucet They know we the hardest, I hit valet and they parked it, uh (Uh huh) They want the wave like a dolphin What gangster is you talkin'? We don't play, we on offense Stick you and throw your chains in the garbage They know we the hardest (Let's go), use your brain before they torch it Lock and load, and aim for the target My niggas the hardest (Let's go) Aus Songtexte Mania