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All my niggas bangin' slatt Yeah, we fuck around and hit your block, big chop on my lap She like, "Boy, I thought you rap, but you still out here serving crack" If the boys, yeah, hop behind us, lil' bitch, I'm gon' throw the strap Blew a forty, why this lil' bitch beggin' for a Birkin bag? Blow this shit and get it back, I heard that you been hurtin' bad Man, he gon' leave the mask, no, you ain't comin' back If them people ever get behind me, stuff this in your crack My baby Slurve said pass him the oven mitt We on the stove, yeah, we got some chemistry Dropped two hundred shots, yeah, on the enemy My baby, he a Titan down in Tennessee Boy, I done doubled up from the five, I banded ten a piece He tryna play this shit bool, you ain't no friend to me Kin to me, play the ship, Marcus bring a fifty piece I got this white bitch, look like Mona Lisa Thirty-six flows, twenty-six O's, damn, I lost my Gucci cap Before we walked in bank, throw this strap up in your Gucci bag My nigga itchin', yeah, he wanna shoot, he seen a fuckin' crap Hold this bag down for me, bae, you get a brand new ass He always runnin' to the 'Gram He got that shit on rookie, he do hand-to-hand SongtexteI count up a fifty ball, while my bitch, she get a tan Boy, you sippin' Henn', yeah, we sippin' red Man, don't make me pour my nigga Henn' on your head 'Cause I'ma spend this bread, nigga, in advance My white boy, he doin' hits, nigga, in his Vans, uh Hoppin' out the van, knock you out your pants, uh You don't even know he layin', nigga, why you playin'? Uh My dawg still playin' with the tan-tan, doin' his dance My dawg still out in the ten-ten servin' them grams, yeah Gon' pull that seal off the pint, nigga, soon as we land Aus Songtexte Mania