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4evr young Ayo, J6, turn that up Ah-yeah, ah-yeah Ah-yeah, ah-yeah Pasto Flocco, yeah Pasto Flocco, yeah We pop out with the squad and you know that we lit Ain't get no sleep, yeah, I'm just tryna get rich, yeah Got my mind on the guap, I don't care 'bout no bitch No, I never slip, yeah, I'm never lackin', no, I'm too [?] He said he a trapper, but he ain't never take no risks Said he got drip, he ain't drippin' like this Did it again, yeah, I feel like Jay Critch They don't know me, don't know what I'm about When they talk, they be runnin' they mouth Sometimes you gotta get loud It's the only way to get the point across I'm in her mouth, in her mouth like some dental floss She gettin' horny when she hear the metaphors Fuck your favourite rapper, I got a better voice She left her boyfriend and came to me, better choice Pasto the Flocco, yeah, the Beretta boy Back up the Flocco and made that boy teleport In my own zone and dimension SongtexteEverything that I say, I mean it My reality, what I was dreamin' Sneak dissin', that shit for no reason We pop out with the squad and you know that we lit Ain't get no sleep, yeah, I'm just tryna get rich, yeah Got my mind on the guap, I don't care 'bout no bitch No, I never slip, yeah, I'm never lackin', no, I'm too [?] He said he a trapper, but he ain't never take no risks Said he got drip, he ain't drippin' like this Did it again, yeah, I feel like Jay Critch They don't know me, don't know what I'm about When they talk, they be runnin' they mouth Sometimes you gotta get loud It's the only way to get the point across I'm in her mouth, in her mouth like some dental floss She gettin' horny when she hear the metaphors (Brrt) Why he never pop out? I be with real shooters from the South We got the Glocks out, get down I beat her back down, lights out (Brree) I cannot love her, I told her move over She only wan' fuck because I'm outta town That girl like eighty, she fiendin' for clout And I only want her 'cause of what's behind her (Yeah) She didn't mean it, man, I wanna see it, man Why does she think I'ma try to hide her? (Brree) It can get nasty, pull up on my gang Lil' boy, if it's a problem, you know we gon' find you You know my flow sick like China Real drip, I don't need no stylist Not a Crip but I got these blue hundreds You niggas steal the swag, damn, lil' Faygo done done it We pop out with the squad and you know that we lit Ain't get no sleep, yeah, I'm just tryna get rich, yeah Got my mind on the guap, I don't care 'bout no bitch No, I never slip, yeah, I'm never lackin', no, I'm too [?] He said he a trapper, but he ain't never take no risks Said he got drip, he ain't drippin' like this Did it again, yeah, I feel like Jay Critch They don't know me, don't know what I'm about When they talk, they be runnin' they mouth Sometimes you gotta get loud It's the only way to get the point across I'm in her mouth, in her mouth like some dental floss She gettin' horny when she hear the metaphors Aus Songtexte Mania