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I put my foot on the gas, take off I cannot let these boys pass me Make a move and the scene gon' get nasty He get jammed since he wanna be flashy Keep a shooter on deck, tell him, "Blast him" So you already know he gon' blast him Mario Bros, smash him He get hit with that Glock if he back in I'll hit that shit, hold the neck A chest shot'll break out his back Smokin' dope in the back of the 'Bach (Of the 'Bach) Got a Glock with a TEC 'round the neck ('Round the neck) It's no warnings, he talk, he get stretched (Get stretched) I don't like when they talk out their neck (Dawg) If we comin', we comin' correct ('Rect) Nah, if we comin', we comin' with straps, facts Bro throwin' bullets, he gettin' you picked off Receive the pack like we just got the kick off Shoutout to Yola, no Clifford, that's big dawg Won't fuck your bitch 'cause she don't get my dick hard Quick to spin right down your block (Uh) No mask on, throw couple shots Hit him up, ain't talkin' 2Pac Lift him up, yes, you can get rocked (Uh) I'll do my dance on that ho (On that ho) Throwin' ones while she dance on the pole (On the pole) SongtexteI hit that shit on the low, psych I hit that shit wit my bro (Uh) Kick her out, that bitch gotta go (Gotta go) She gon' make me late for my show (My show) And she lovin' the way that I flow (Uh) I'm hot, bitch, drop and roll (Uh) Get with me (With me) I'm catchin' vibes from Silly (From Silly) They know I ride with killas (Killas) And them killas know I get busy, facts It get wicked (Uh) And they know I stay on my pivot (My pivot) Make a move and I swear you'll go missin' Where he at? He swim with the fishes I'm in the trap with a bad bitch Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' (Uh) She doin' tricks, gymnastics He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' (Uh) My niggas spin it, cause madness All y'all niggas bitches and cappin' When we hit your block, it get tragic All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Uh) I'm in the trap with a bad bitch Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' She doin' tricks, gymnastics He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' My niggas spin it, cause madness All y'all niggas bitches and cappin' When we hit your block, it get tragic All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Huh, no) I fucked the bitch once, then I passed her My boys do the job with a passion They shoot the gun once, then they pass it Extended clips, no more on my way (Whoa) Need a drum because .30s, they average Stay with a dime, my bitch, she not average (Oh) So much money, these niggas can't match it (Whoa) Look at all of this guap we havin' (Yeah) So much money, these niggas can't match it (Yeah) He so broke, light a blunt with some matches I remember we slept, dirty mattress (Yeah) On that Beamer, yeah, your girl just got dancin' (Yeah) Hit my shoulder, we coolin', relaxin' She keep twerkin', I look at her backend (Yeah) Because that girl keep tryin' get my bag in (Yeah, yeah) Let's go, foreign my whips, and I slide in Philly (Philly) And I got a lil' bitch, that's my diamond filling Man, her ass is so dumb and she kinda silly (Silly) Told her my name was "Richard, The Master Mille" (Mille) Yeah, this Bugatti cost way more than a milli (Milli) I'm in Nawf and my pockets got half a milli (Milli) Watch her know where what my laugh is Because my neck is so chilly I'm in the trap with a bad bitch Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' (Uh) She doin' tricks, gymnastics He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' (Uh) My niggas spin it, cause madness All y'all niggas bitches and cappin' When we hit your block, it get tragic All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Uh) I'm in the trap with a bad bitch Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' She doin' tricks, gymnastics He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' My niggas spin it, cause madness All y'all niggas bitches and cappin' When we hit your block, it get tragic All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' Hold on, hold on, hold on Yeah, gang shit, every day we mobbin' We... he say I fell off, I don't... Feel me, I'm just dustin' a lil' rust off, you hear me? Hold on, hold on, uh Step back, get hit like a rocket, pop it I'm smokin' dope with my partner Feet up, eatin' noodles, no lobster (No lobster) Fuck want, nigga? You can get shot up King dawg, swing dreads, no Rasta (Rasta) My dawg Meer still king, Mufasa Do my dance on that bitch with a choppa (With a choppa) Like a bike with no brakes, you can't stop us Hold up, hold up Bro, shoot that shit up, they don't know us (No, bruh) Got a Glock with a laser, come show up (Come show up) Got a shooter on deck with a pole tucked Saw that nigga in person, he froze up (Froze up) The hollows had lit that man soul up (Soul up) Hit that shit by they neck and they know us (Know us) Smoking dope in the back of the Rover I'm in the trap with a bad bitch Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' (Uh) She doin' tricks, gymnastics He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' (Uh) My niggas spin it, cause madness All y'all niggas bitches and cappin' When we hit your block, it get tragic All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Uh) I'm in the trap with a bad bitch Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' She doin' tricks, gymnastics He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' My niggas spin it, cause madness All y'all niggas bitches and cappin' When we hit your block, it get tragic All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' Aus Songtexte Mania