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Ayy I paid a lotta money for that Fuck around, man, I got Chase and So on the beat Five thousand for this pound plus Scottie I'ma blow it down, ayy Don't be lackin' shorty, ayy Bitch it's crackin' shorty, pop outside better have your Glock, ayy It's that time, better watch your watch, ayy It ain't no lackin', boy, your life will stop, ayy Get yo ass cooked, Crock-Pot, ayy We outside on a hot block Lil folks see them guys then them Glocks pop Get yo ass smoked, nigga, hot pot Give lil folks a bag they gon' opp shop Holes in yo body just like Spongebob Ion even wanna rap, I wanna rob I been in the field, never had a job That lil bitch she bad, told her come and slob Told her quit her job, come and work for me She gon' catch the bag, make it surf for me Last week I hit stain for like forty bowls Ran it up quick, I need forty more Lambo barkin' like a Scooby-Doo Still pickin' hoes like I'm Pikachu Wrist on scuba-scu, you niggas don't know who to shoot SongtexteIn the foreign, I feel like iRobot, Ion trust nobody Ridin' with the doors up, foenem pourin' fours up Niggas straight Looney Tunes Niggas rappin' like they been a goon Still chasin' the opps like Tom chase Jerry You rappers is like some real Tyler Perrys New 911, blueberry But you know the shoes dirty We been racin' since like two thirty Summer time don't get yo ass in a dead pool, shorty Aus Songtexte Mania