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Uh, tryna get rich i'll prolly rob the bank All my opps dead, turned em' into dank You crazy, you think I cared what the fuck you say, uh You say the wrong thing and we gon hit yo face Fly nigga they go where ever he go Stay the same i'll get a nigga repo Big screen i'll put em' on vevo 600 shots, ian talkin' bout memo I like my pussy bald like kemo Honorary boat no sea note Tryna get to the green like ceelo My shooter boujee, he'll shoot in a pea coat X2 Rob the robbers, them niggas ain't killing Killed the killers, now they say we the villain I roll with niggas who ain't got no heart, what makes you think I got feelings He wanna reach for my chain, he tempted Got a bitch who is loyal, let's get it If you scared go to church, put that boy on a shirt, my shooters don't do reminiscing Gotta shoot a .13, he a rocket .40 bang, knocked his arm out a socket, uh He a pussy, won't pop like he drop it Imma hit the block, where the opps go shopping Granddaddy wanna know where the rocks is SongtextePut em down in the dirt where the rocks is Balenciaga, don't know where the socks is Got a lil bit of fame, can't go where the block is But my bitch keep telling me go back They been hittin' my O jack Bodies drop and we know who got toe tagged News got my hoe mad, uh Cause she think we drilling shit She don't know they into it with another clique All that tweeting, woulda got yo brother hit Spin the block, we gon' get yo mother hit, on god Fly nigga they go where ever he go Stay the same i'll get a nigga repo Big screen i'll put em' on vevo 600 shots, ian talkin' bout memo I like my pussy bald like kemo Honorary boat no sea note Tryna get to the green like ceelo My shooter boujee, he'll shoot in a pea coat X2 Dolce Gabanna, don't care we'll still slide Up the murder rates, fuck it, the bills high He don't give it up, fuck it, the real die Life a bitch and her heels high Gotta ride with a hot leg And you not an opp if you not dead I still remember what my pops said But fuck it my pops fled it Nigga I got straps like rambo Monkey now talk, run out of ammo Fourth time, maybe we'll slide it in camo He think he famous, we flippin' the lambo Money gone just for thinkin' you tough I got a bitch from the bluff She a lil freak bitch, lil freak bitch, she'll eat the dick up But she think ion peep shit, she try to sneak shit, then imma put the bitch up And my right hand don't pop pills, but if he pop pills, then it's one in his cup And I know he don't got chill, but he hot still, so it's one in the coffin She addicted to meds, fuckin' with rapping niggas, now she swear she exhausted Fly nigga they go where ever he go Stay the same i'll get a nigga repo Big screen i'll put em' on vevo 600 shots, ian talkin' bout memo I like my pussy bald like kemo Honorary boat no sea note Tryna get to the green like ceelo My shooter boujee, he'll shoot in a pea coat X2 Aus Songtexte Mania