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(We got Xander) Yeah (Yo Nick Papz, make it slap) I'm not the leader but follow the lead Poppin' some shit that's out of your league Shawty identical, Bella Hadid (Shawty identical) She beggin', tellin' me "Please" The Patek keep tellin' her to freeze (Freeze) She think I tell her to chill and I'm tryna tell her to leave (Leave) Woah, woah, woah Bendin' in the corner, I (Bendin', bendin') Bendin' the corner, I drum up some shit I think you know about times it was lit Seventeen summers been runnin' this shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I heard lil' shawty was fuckin' a Crip Bought her a blue Birkin now I got her whole crew workin' on me, suckin' that dick, woah (Woah, woah) I do not parlay with thots (I don't) I'd rather party with Glocks Hangin' with killers and callin' the shots (Yeah) Niggas be beefin' with gang, can't go to the club, we in all the spots, yeah Niggas be beefin' with gang, no cuffin' no hoes, yeah, all of them thots All of my homies a hunnid and more (Woo) Ain't got a honey bun, go to the store (Woo) Not to demean you but I gotta teach you, if you want this money, you doin' your chores SongtexteWashin' your dishes, the rags and the riches The Glock with the switches, we handlin' business We go on a mission, we don't know no bitches Now spend like a ticket, we goin' to court (Yeah) Dropped in the DM, like, "Fuck is you doin' this for?," you know I was goin' to war She tried to link me and give me two and a four, I left it in a hole in the floor Left on the chopper, I feel like I'm Chapo, I got out that bitch and I turn up some more Went to Miami for four hunnid thousand, to roll up some loud with a boat on the water (Woah) Blood still treat me like fam, my youngboy go with his daughter (Facts) Beat the casino for two to four million and text my account, it's slaughter (Facts) I made a fifty now I want a hunnid, a billi', it go in that order (Facts) Ha! Daddy died by a .44, I be livin' like a warlord 'Member I was shackled [?] up, now I'm back to backin' in a four-door Million dollars worth of jewelry on, no insurance on, like, "What's goin' on?" In the trenches like it's regular, people think that I be showin' off All these niggas talkin' they be goin' off, gotta blow it off Left my youngin' with the presidential at the Waldorf to hit a star raw Told me as soon as he got it, he dip it inside it and goin' in raw dog I give a fuck she an actress, a singer, or model, I pray it don't fall off Let's pray All these hoes still fuckin' Ran up a check and you know how we bummin' Get to a milli' then run up them Bentleys I'm fresh outta Philly, you know we ain't runnin' I see these niggas talk shit on the internet Catch 'em in traffic, I know it ain't nothin' I told my youngin' to spin and to let out, as soon as he let out I throwed a little sum (Brr) Boss in my hood, I'm like Richard Porter I just fucked a dime for free and she ain't get a quarter But I still wired the five racks because that shit was water Gang! Ha! All the money that I sent you, that don't last too long Pussy good, I might just have to put my crew on Ten years runnin' shit, and she know that I'm two on Baby, don't be surprised if I ain't shoot a drop before the team or somethin' I know you started with nothin' Always startin' something but wanna talk about nothin', oh yeah, yeah And please don't be surprised if I shoot the fuckin' broads, girl, you know it goes Girl, you know how it goes, oh yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Shawty for the downfall, she wan' spend her own drug So please don't be surprised if I shoot or fuck the team, or somethin' 'Cause you started with nothin' Always turning nothings to somethings Yeah Oh baby Aus Songtexte Mania