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(Oh, yeah, Sam, that bitch right here go hard) (Iceberg want a bag, bitch) I'm tryna run up that money and run it away Move it straight to the hills, yeah I fell so deep in that water, I'm happy I made it out And I ain't killed, yeah I felt my stomach inside of my back I ain't know when I'd get my next meal When you in that jungle this shit can get real There's no other way but to kill or be killed Swing with that .33 I feel like Scottie I'm off the Addy's, don't fuck with the Molly Don't need a Perc' to go catch me a body Slidin' on ice, I ain't talkin' no Johnny Beat on my chest, man, I feel like an ape And we've been movin' wеll like King Kong That bitch heard that my thing long From Illegal Guns, it's hеr theme song All black when I'm out in public, it's VLONE She for the streets, had to make that her ring tone Know when she callin', I don't let it ring long This bitch ain't special, I fuck with my jeans on S550, you know, I keep 2020 'cause we finally paid I been feelin' like Dugg SongtexteTwo years ago, I had like twenty niggas But them niggas left, swept it under the rug That ain't no Thrax, I can tell by the nug Know we super locked in, I can't tell on my thoughts Bet if you owe me, you pay it in blood That's just extra, my trap makin' fifty a month Brodie a demon, he really be tweakin' Whenever we talk, feel like I talked to Satan He ain't my family, but I'm still gon' treat him like blood We struggle related Say he want smoke, we gon' set off the strip Bet I dub back for the ones that I miss He rockin' fake designer, that ain't drip Put on some joggers, your ho on my dick When I'm comin' through, everybody gon' watch I just stepped out with my Rollie, I talkin' my dog Remember my money was little like Tory But now my shit Megan, I'm talkin' 'bout tall, yeah I'm tryna run up that money and run it away Move it straight to the hills, yeah I fell so deep in that water, I'm happy I made it out And I ain't killed, yeah I felt my stomach inside of my back I ain't know when I'd get my next meal When you in that jungle this shit can get real There's no other way but to kill or be killed We off that Act', we don't know how to act No turnin' down, so don't tell us relax Put down them Legos and picked up the packs That's just how this shit is, man, we grew up so fast But I can't complain, 'cause all of that made me a man I remember I used to listen to the critics I won't let 'em change me again Another check, they just paid me again I take L's but was made for the win Outta state but them bails droppin' in Every time that the mail droppin' in Brand new money, my guala be up to date Keep no wallet, my pockets look like a safe I look better whenever I'm in the Wraith Know I'm rich, but don't go on no dinner dates Told the bitches, "Two minutes to Uber" Get the bitch out of my way, gotta move her Brand new ice it came from Johnny the jeweler But this shit shitty, I need Johnny the jeweler I'm talking Dang, when I ice out the Mueller Hang with tweakers, I don't type on computers Glock with a silencer, bet it ah mute you Moving fishy, I might fuck 'round and boot you I'm tryna run up that money and run it away Move it straight to the hills, yeah I fell so deep in that water, I'm happy I made it out And I ain't killed, yeah I felt my stomach inside of my back I ain't know when I'd get my next meal When you in that jungle this shit can get real There's no other way but to kill or be killed Aus Songtexte Mania