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Yeah, uh, what the fuck is all that gossip 'bout It wasn't us if we ain't shoot him up or chop him down Nah, that ain't my bitch, that's just a toss around I got the streets though I'm covering a lot of ground I'm taking over, yeah, running to that bank and I can't take it slower Came up offa rock, like my name was Hova Mummy raised a king, Peckham made a solider Yeah, this thing of ours is like la Cosa Nostra Coca Cola, baking soda, ah, put the magic in, that's hocus pocus Niggas selling shots, and I don't even notice True, they're babies to me, I just wipe their noses Pull up with a stick and just do the Moses Put a parting through your wig like he did the ocean Ah, my bad, I meant the sea If you ask about me I'm everything I'm meant to be My dawg in the jammy got a quarter century My other dawg in the trappy got a quarter of them keys Ah, all I do is talk about is the streets That rat came home and he got corn within a week Shh, ah, yeah, shouldn't even speak Very short fuse with a very long reach All I do is win, I've had a very long streak Ain't no filling my shoes with them feet Me and you ain't size, nigga, don't know who lied to ya I can see that bitch behind that twinkle in your eye, nigga Never been my guy if I ain't done that do-or-die with ya SongtexteI don't say slapped but for that pack you get slide, nigga In the bin, no strap, just an ice picker Yeah, and I got money on my mind, nigga Hundred racks, straight cash, that's a nice figure Ah, I'm still gang, I ain't a side-switcher Niggas switching side, they ain't got no backbone Little nigga, I'm in the bits with a bulldog with no backbone That phone's rang twice, nigga, don't be calling that no trap phone See me lying down with a Mac prone if it's beef, and you don't want that smoke Get dragged in a jeep, left in the street, all bloody a weak It's bloody and peak if I pull up with the something with buttons and squeeze Yeah, got you ducking from sweets Now I'm ducking from police On the run for the beef Won't forget it Niggas out here so pathetic Thinking that it's copasetic Boxing like a sandwich, niggas gon' baguette it Glocks out and them ballys, niggas gon' regret Boxing chicken sandwich, niggas don't fillet it Oh you want to challenge? niggas known to set it Keys like DJ Khaled, niggas known to get it Niggas so invalid and they owe me credit Nigga picking sides and they flipping biased Man clipped up your ride and we slit the tyres And man picked up my style and I'm sick and tired Just zipped up my flies, I'm the flippest flyest Niggas telling lies and they quick to buy it Niggas gonna die 'cause they quick to try it Showed them hella times but the clip deny it Shot up man in June, he got pitched Julyish Straight up, had to bun him I know that it's sad but nigga had it coming Even when it's winter niggas brang the sun in Hundred miles of running, had to bash his skull in Even when it's boring niggas add some fun in Finger in her pussy and my thumb in Nigga, I'm the dumbest, brang my gun in Them say Hollow's gully and they love it Yeah, lighter's talking Man ain't talking shorst, but mandem tried to short him I don't like to talk just stick my knife and fork in Niggas talking powers like their Mighty Morphin Niggas get it right, I want the nicest portion Who's these little - that they keep endorsing? Talking porky pies, I got the right to poke him Man that pussy good, it get the right endorphins Niggas switching side, they ain't got no backbone Little nigga, I'm in the bits with a bulldog with no backbone That phone's rang twice, nigga, don't be calling that no trap phone See me lying down with a Mac prone if it's beef, and you don't want that smoke Get dragged in a jeep, left in the street, all bloody a weak It's bloody and peak if I pull up with the something with buttons and squeeze Yeah, got you ducking from sweets Now I'm ducking from police On the run for the beef Aus Songtexte Mania