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Let go (Damn E, this shit exclusive) Stretch gang Face shots to the face, don't trip on yo' lace Mafia Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off Tried to get away from me, had a standoff Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss Thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box In Miami with my motherfuckin' heat out With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon shit Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sensе Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks Call me Kobе, twenty-four on me Can't fuck wit' her no more, that lil' bitch, she do the most I get my groove on every time I see them folks I got the antidote, I'm thinking that's something you need to know I'm smooth and I'm cold, she know my wrist on froze Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll She playin' my song, I got her takin' off her thong SongtexteI'm tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone Two rights don't make a wrong, it just go on and on I'm kickin' shit like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this bitch regardless Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off Tried to get away from me, had a standoff Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss Th— Th— Thuggin' in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box (Blrrrd-blrrrd) I'm strapped up wit' this jug, one in the head, already de-cocked (It's de-cocked) I pop out when the beef hot, won't see me creepin' on your block (Nope, nope) I work the back seat, we went three deep and got ten people shot (Blrrrd, blrrrd) I hit the auto-switch and made it twerk and while he dumped the Glock (Blrrrd, blrrrd) Got the drop on all his spot, he gettin' robbed if he go or not I know the taste and love Wock', he pourin' up in exotic pop That booster hitter tried to pull a move and that shit got him dropped Blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd, you pussies know what's up Turn a nigga to a pack, we break 'em down and roll 'em up Ain't shit changed but the whip, now it's a Rolls truck when I'm pulling up And I still ain't check the time up on my Cartier, just hold it up (Blrrrd) Don't come around acting gangster, we call your bluff (Blrrrd-blrrrd) Put trust in these firearms, know we dangerous If you catch me speed up, bitch, give it up or I'ma buss We shoot your shit up on the E-Way, get out the same lane as us Blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd (Same lane as us), Big Blrrrd Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam (Blrrrd), knock your legs off (Legs off) Tried to get away from me (Yeah), had a standoff (Blrrrd-blrrrd) Hit 'em in his spine, knock his dreads off (Blrrrd) My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss Th— Th— Thuggin' in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box Aus Songtexte Mania