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(Let the band play) Yeah, I come through fresh as fuck (Uh, fresh) Yeah, lil' bitty nigga with a big ol' gun Yeah, lil' nigga with a big ol' gun (Yeah) Hoppin' out the coupe with the trunk in the front (Skrrt-skrrt) Yeah, you know I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Shit) Yeah, I told Mom Dukes I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (I ain't worried 'bout shit) Yeah, you know I'm a mothafuckin' don (Uh, yeah) Niggas ain't did half the shit I done Yeah, these niggas ain't came in how I come (Glizock) Yeah, I came in with the commas These niggas rappin' 'bout shit that they ain't done (Cap) Damn, that's fucked up Yeah, I'm all in the hills on chill, sippin' mud (Mud) Yeah, I came a long way from the slums Yeah, all out in Cali' with my South Memphis thugs (Thugs) Yeah, and we still got slugs (Yeah) Keep it on me, know mine tucked, boy Had a 40 on me, did a press run in New York XXL did an interview I had to play it cool, yeah, a nigga had my tool tucked They like, "This young nigga too buck" Where I'm from, niggas shoot your ass for two bucks (Yeah) I ain't gotta talk or say too much (Uh-uh) SongtexteWhole gang-gang gon' do somethin' (Gang) [Bridge] Keep it on me, know mine tucked, boy Had a 40 on me, did a press run in New York (Yeah) XXL did an interview I had to play it cool, yeah, a nigga had my tool tucked (Uh) They like, "This young nigga too buck" Where I'm from, niggas shoot your ass for two bucks (Yeah) I ain't gotta talk or say too much (Uh-uh) Whole gang-gang gon' do somethin' (Gang, yeah) Yeah, I come through fresh as fuck (Uh, fresh) Yeah, lil' bitty nigga with a big ol' gun Yeah, lil' nigga with a big ol' gun (Yeah) Hoppin' out the coupe with the trunk in the front (Skrrt-skrrt) Yeah, you know I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Shit) Yeah, I told Mom Dukes I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (I ain't worried 'bout shit) Yeah, you know I'm a mothafuckin' don (Uh, yeah) Niggas ain't did half the shit I done Yeah, I just went dumb on a brand new charm Yeah, they keep sayin', "Glock, you a don" (Yeah) They take a look at the new watch on my arm "Glock, need to invest your money" (Shut up, bitch) I'm tryna get every crumb (Shut up, shut up) Yep, ever since I was a youngin' (Shut up, bitch) I bent 'bout every corner (Shut up, bitch) Been 'bout it since I was a youngin' (Yeah) I walked in lit as fuck Uh, young nigga, um, back it up Yeah, I'm rich, I came from nothin' (Rich) You ain't come up with me, nigga, back it up "Glock, you remember me?" (Uh) Hell, nah, nigga, back it up (Fuck) "Nah, nah, for real, I went to school with you" (Uh) Nigga, back it up Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Hood rich nigga with a sexy slut (Yeah) Hoppin' out the AMG coupe slash truck Yeah, this young nigga right here doin' too much (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This young nigga right here havin' too much (Yeah) Yeah, this young nigga right here havin' too much (Yeah) Yeah, this young nigga right here doin' too much And he come through fresh as fuck (Uh, fresh) Yeah, lil' bitty nigga with a big ol' gun Yeah, lil' nigga with a big ol' gun (Yeah) Hoppin' out the coupe with the trunk in the front (Skrrt-skrrt) Yeah, you know I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Shit) Yeah, I told Mom Dukes I ain't worried 'bout nothin' Yeah, you know I'm a mothafuckin' don (Uh, yeah) Niggas ain't did half the shit I done (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, these niggas ain't came in how I come (Uh-uh) Yeah, I came in with the commas These niggas rappin' 'bout shit that they ain't done (Cap) Damn, that's fucked up Yeah, I'm all in the hills on chill, sippin' mud Yeah, I came a long way from the slums Yeah, all out in Cali' with my South Memphis thugs Yeah, and we still got slugs Aus Songtexte Mania