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Yeah, you see These niggas got me on this 17-hour flight, nigga, you not tryna do none of this shit On mamas, nigga, what the fuck? I ain't gon' lie, I'ma call you back, though Nigga, you know I'm comin' in, though That bitch-ass that— you already know, nigga, I ain't finna say too much on this m— Ugh What, you want me to say that on the phone, you weird-ass nigga? I'ma tell— Okay, I'ma call you back later Out in Belgium, had to go fuck with my plug for the week Had a good conversation, now them bitches come for cheap I'm that nigga that could put you on them scams you wanna eat Two-seater, big Bentley, money fallin' out the seats RJ tried to take it out, I told him, "Leave it in the sink" When a nigga off that Henny, swear to God that I don't blink What's that shit you say? Now hold on, bitch, you know that we can link In real life, thesе niggas hoes, but be killers on thе beat With these skinny-ass jeans, this money knot up in my pocket It's that grip, oh, you can tell, I call that bitch my pocket rocket Plug my niggas with my plug and now they callin' me the socket Told 'em keep it on the low because you know them bitches watchin' My first time sellin' poles, I saved up and bought some robin Only nigga in my city made it out because I'm poppin' Bitch, I've been from the South, so get my dick out your mouth SongtexteNiggas really ain't know me, they just talkin' for clout Niggas better stop all that high-power shit, 'cause if a nigga askin' for it, it's gon' come He told me that I had to disguise my voice Nigga hit me in my DMs talkin' 'bout he need Ps, talkin' 'bout he got a band for a P (Yeah, bruh, he's good) Shut your bitch-ass up, nigga Bitch, I was kickin' doors, sellin' dro', tryna run my bands up Tell 'em get on the floor then tie that nigga hands up Got the drop from your bitch, now I'm finna pick my bands up The scenery get iffy, that's gon' get you and your mans bust Pop, now your sister, she got shot with that AK Same shit, different day now, I'm just posted with DaeDae Tay gon' take a trip to Vegas 'cause I told him it's payday I'm that nigga that be callin' all the shots like I'm Ray-Ray This ain't no deuce-deuce, bitch, you see the .974 I'm a real street nigga, I'm gon' stick to the code I know a couple of hard niggas that went down and they told Preachin' hella politics, but went down and they fold Fake-ass OG, real shit, you a bitch Take a trip to Fifth Ward just to cop me a stick I find out niggas rattin', we gon' bury his kids Why these niggas think that safe zone over the bridge? Bitch, I've been thuggin' since a youngin Remember when my mama had to stuff they dope all up in them pumpkins Bitch, he's not a gangster Crip Nigga try to disrespect my rep, then I'ma empty out the clip Aus Songtexte Mania