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Nine shots in the Ruger We goin' up (Oh, you want the smoke?) We goin' up, wait (Oh, you want the smoke? JBangaBeats) We goin' up Oh, you want the smoke like a muffler? Niggas all talk, let's be for real I know that you never done enough I make the freaks pay for a kill I turn these hoes into customers Look at my face, I'm off a pill Don't invite me, I'ma fuck it up Don't invite me, I'ma, uh Got the crib out in Cali, so she get a flight Bro got the sauce, so I'm punchin' it I like my bitches nasty, don't fuck around Keep me in your mouth like a Doublemint I don't speak on them niggas, I'm focused on money How they want beef and they strugglin'? I'ma bet on myself every time I'm too accustomed to hustling Young nigga run that sack up You know what to do, they act up If I put a G on his head, then they get in the field like Green Bay Packers Nine shots, still usin' ladders SongtexteMy lil' bitch got badder She got a man and I got a bitch, so what we do don't matter I throw an F, I'm puttin' the Floss up I get 'em stretched for thinkin' they all tough We do it the best, they gotta applaud us I got her upset, I put her friend in the Porsche truck I need a stress reliever I take the dope and figi to go Trap sing like Justin Bieber We kickin' doors, so get on the floor You better up and leave her She spendin' your bread and being a ho He dumb, he must believe her I make it a movie, she make it a show Oh, you want the smoke like a muffler? Niggas all talk, let's be for real I know that you never done enough I make the freaks pay for a kill I turn these hoes into customers Look at my face, I'm off a pill Don't invite me, I'ma fuck it up Don't invite me, I'ma, uh Got the crib out in Cali, so she get a flight Bro got the sauce, so I'm punchin' it I like my bitches nasty, don't fuck around Keep me in your mouth like a Doublemint I don't speak on them niggas, I'm focused on money How they want beef and they strugglin'? I'ma bet on myself every time I'm too accustomed to hustling Featherweight, that's what it say by they resume Let 'em hate, we send that boy to a better place Lift 'em up, we makin' sure that boy levitate Hop out, swish 'em, 'cause we do the swish and then set it straight And I hit the road for another bag Been gettin' this money, but I move in silence, ain't wanna brag It's a go on them niggas every time, no, they ain't gettin' a fuckin' pass I got a short temper, watch how you talk, don't get me fuckin' mad Quick to react like I'm upper class Oh, you want the smoke like a muffler? Niggas all talk, let's be for real I know that you never done enough I make the freaks pay for a kill I turn these hoes into customers Look at my face, I'm off a pill Don't invite me, I'ma fuck it up Don't invite me, I'ma, uh Got the crib out in Cali, so she get a flight Bro got the sauce, so I'm punchin' it I like my bitches nasty, don't fuck around Keep me in your mouth like a Doublemint I don't speak on them niggas, I'm focused on money How they want beef and they strugglin'? I'ma bet on myself every time I'm too accustomed to hustling (JBangaBeats) Aus Songtexte Mania