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You know I thought they knew I was a big stepper, well-known flexer Girlfriend ass caresser You heard? Why you think we the same, nigga? We ain't the same, nigga I'm the type to do the hittin' up, you the type to pay hitters I'm the type to walk over the body, let the flame hit him You the type to spin the block, don't give a fuck if you graze niggas Bitch, I ride with hitters, uh Even if we four deep, it's eight rods inside the Sprinter They want me to go like Ricky, got a rod inside my denim Life like Kahoot, he answer wrong, he sent to the sender We was praisin' shooters, wonder why our life kept on descending, uh Still don't give a fuck, I spin a bend like I was Simmons, uh I feel like Raf, I ain't gotta hit Neimans to get them Simons (No) Tryna change my ways but I'm on the opps' head, you can say I'm tempted (For real) Bro say just for a feature he'll get 'em dead, he reminiscing Nigga, is you gon' pay your shooters or is you gon' play your shooters? We treat your shooters like they target practice, slay your shooters He got no play, he on the bench, nigga, you 2K-ed your shooter Wonder why he gunnin' for your head, 'cause you ain't save your shooter He was on the block hot, wish Tadoe never died or I could've saved Niko Your whole gang full of crash dummies, your frontline like a free throw We gon' hang on the opp block like the wifi, that's a hotspot, and we keep rope Wintertime, I keep a P inside a jacket, for rainy days, got a peacoat SongtexteI was goin' to school with pee clothes, I still feel like fuck the R.I.C.O.'s (Fuck 'em) Grew up in Brentwood West, that's why I'm so close with the 'migos I do my dance when the pack touch down, they start to call a nigga T.O. I make my mama mama rich, give her them chips, she love casinos We want more life, nigga, like Vito, think I'm broke? Well, shit, she know Ain't free Pooh up out them chains, but I'm happy we got Dee though We'll box a nigga up like he a pizza, work for D-no's And my dreadhead smoke Keef, he a chief, get 'em gone, finito Yeah, Panama Beach, we still got Glocks, they say, "Baby Toot, you hot" They don't know it's a warzone, I'ma pop 'fore Baby Toot get shot Always keep my guard on, let a shot off 'fore this 2 get Pac'd Who the fuck I'ma call on or I'ma fall on if Lil Toot get shot? For real You dig? And like Who I'ma talk to about my problems? They say I'm a, uh, blessing Shit, tell me, am I in disguise? You heard? Aus Songtexte Mania