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(Atractivo) Yeah, say, uh Uh, come on, lil' bitch, look, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah Ayy, ayy, say All gold Drac', blow off his whole face Nigga know that we been puttin' shit down since like '08 Cold case, I'm on go like a stolo with no brakes Big four-four with no safety, thuggin' 'til they take me Ride around, straight heat, no AC Just got 'em back, made 'em pay, that's a late fee In all black on all eight, we on they street F&N, HK, bring gangster shit in HD Rockin' this Glock like this the new designer fashion Them them boys, they hit the pawn shop and had all kind of ratchets Play with mine, bitch, you can cancel Christmas, I'ma promise that one Chopper bullets hoppin' out and flyin' all kinda rapid Luwhop not a rapper, poetic activist to be exact We can't take it backwards, nigga knowin' that we did that And I'm spittin' factions, been knowin' where your kids at Put the gun to your bitch lacefront, push her wig back No scared business, up this bitch, tryna leave his head missing Told your big homie I salute him 'cause he fed niggas But in the same sense, he's a bitch 'cause he bred bitches Claim to be yeah niggas, kill that pussy and I go pay a visit To the gravesite, your homeboy new addresses SongtexteGangster and pussy, them niggas be transvestes Claim he want war, but he sendin' me fan message But I'm tryna overkill him, Whop don't no half steppin', nah In the river where we threw the last weapon Brooda ass deaf, hit him with that MAC-11 I don't do no blackmailing, I don't do no back pedaling He ain't clap never, all that nigga's straps celibate And I got that 40, tryna fuck it up Up in the party, all my niggas jumpin' like this shit was double dutch I bet a nigga ain't gon' fuck with us Bet a nigga, bet a nigga ain't gon' fuck with us, fuck with us Two guns on me, bitch, I double clutch Ain't goin' on no mission, movin' slow, so nigga, fuck that double cup We got one nigga out they clique, we tryna double up I catch him cruising with his bitch and I'ma bust him up Like bitch, come here, you ain't even from here All this fuckin' heat like we done brought the fucking sun here How you turn pussy to a gangster just in one year? Don't make 'em go for you, then go shoot to California I got beaucoup hammers on me while I'm chilling by myself at home 'Bout gun smoke, got spiders off Dunn Road, that's my second home, uh So bitch, boot up, shoot up everything that's in front of us Every nigga run up on that gang, we gon' punish Like huh? I thought a nigga said somethin' All we know is head bustin', trigger finger lead button, fire, fire We got the opps scared of us, yeah They got a drop, but they ain't never yeah nothin', nah, nah We got the opps scared of us, yeah They got a drop, but they ain't never yeah nothin' Bitch, boot up, shoot up everything, nigga Like bitch, boot up, shoot up everything, yeah Bitch, boot up, shoot up everything And we'll boot up, shoot up everything, yeah, bitch Ooh, they like, "That bitch Whop out his top," you heard me? Got the Glock with the cock on that bitch, you know I been, yeah Fuck wrong with you, boy? Nigga, put your shit on this bitch Lu shit, yeah, hah, retarded Aus Songtexte Mania