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Ayy, Cartoon, you got another one Iceberg want a bag, bitch Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, we put the Drac' up to yo' face I seen Lil Tevo knock him out I bet we put him in his place Twenty Drac's up in this house and we all posted with K's Let him play, I air him out, I just walk 'em down in my J's I'm still posted with cuttas I shoot at mammas and brothas We ain't worried 'bout the others We see them niggas, they suffer We bagged 'em up in the duffel We back 'em up then we bust 'em I bought my flip flops in fights 'Cause I'm shootin' I'm never scufflin' When the murda come and meet you and yo' door Yeah, it's me, bitch AR-15 and it got a scope, with my ski, bitch Big Grape on the vine, big Glo' we spinnin' G shit Take yo' diss song, get you killed, then make a remix Do you wanna slide tonight? If he don't he gonna die tonight Thousand dollar Glock, exotic pipe, you know we grip it tight SongtexteGet the prices right, catch him on sight, walk up and take his life Told the opps to white the chalk up, then his body laid that night Campin' out in bushes and ditches, that's if I wanna miss him By myself, I made the decision, don't want no codefendant Catch a witness, catch a face shot, don't need no reminiscin' Bare face, and I'm face to face Catch a case then I'm not guilty Yeah, I'm not guilty I get rich or die tryin', I'm not 50 I just fucked the plug, bitch, now his wife missin' Time is money nigga we finessed the clock wench I got shootas at the light, call 'em Mike Bibby He play with gang, we spin around, do a 360 That's a Xbox, you wear G-Shock Draco ride shotgun got the seat hot Miami, I got heat, bitch, I'm Chris Bosh .223, hit his feet, make him hopscotch Used to serve two niggas that looked like Drake and Josh No wonder why the police on yo' block hot You got shot? Let me shoot you in the same spot I got money, but I'm still on that same block Caught a body and I still got the same Glock Go dig it up, I bet it's still in the same spot And I'm still in the same spot And I ride for my niggas And I ride for my niggas And I die for my niggas We like fuckin' murder this hoe Ayy, ayy, we put the Drac' up to yo' face I seen Lil Tevo knock him out I bet we put him in his place Twenty Drac's up in this house and we all posted with K's Let him play, I air him out, I just walk 'em down in my J's I'm still posted with cuttas I shoot at mammas and brothas We ain't worried 'bout the others We see them niggas, they suffer We bagged 'em up in the duffel We back 'em up then we bust 'em I bought my flip flops in fights 'Cause I'm shootin' I'm never scufflin' Aus Songtexte Mania