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Grr, pow, pow Free the fuckin' members, nigga RJ, Dafi, SP, Keggz All of them, nigga Don't fuck around, nigga Woo, woo, gra, gra Big 092, look, woo Throwing like Brady don't be the receiver (Brrrr, pow) Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Dickhead, dummy) Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo) That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precint I'm with the demons, no hiding, we seeking (Brr) Send that boy up catch the flight on the weekend Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creeping (Woo) Brady, look, gang It's just me and Pop Don't need nobody else 'Cause that'd be an extra witness Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest No this ain't Planet Fitness I'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (Woo, woo) And you know how we tease the opp, I drop the check and make 'em see it drop (Yeah, yeah) And she drive the boat (Drive), dick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (Shake it) SongtexteAsk your girl I'm the goat (Facts), can't name one time you run up I ain't throw (Woo) Bitch it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (Woo, yeah) Tell 'em get back (Woo) We getting flipped thought it was a pack (Hold on, facts) He ain't make it back (Uh) I call up Shane you know he move, attack (Woo, burner), toting a strap (Woo) Who these niggas dressed in all black? (Grrt, baow, baow) Huh, yo Pop them niggas cap (Cap) Yo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you Hold on, hahaha, goin' crazy here Hold on, woo Look, I'm like "who that nigga?" (Who that nigga?) Talkin' 'bout "what's stackin', what the fuck is up?" Huh? he ain't one of us You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked (Huh, brr, brr) We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (Get that nigga) I pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (Woo, baow) Keep five stones in his head like a mineral He put pep at his head like a Mento (Brr) .38 punching like Kimbo (Grr, pow, pow, pow) When you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (Giant) I dropped outta school, I'm defiant (Huh) A hater still here and they lying (Facts) But in the jungle I'm a lion (Grr) Now they see me on a flight (Brr, brr) They like "Papi on fire" (Fire) I really just bought the new LaFerrari RD like sent me the wire (Woo, woo) Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, baow, haha, woo, woo Throwing like Brady don't be the receiver (Brr, pow) Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Facts, dickhead, dummy) Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo) That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precint Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (Watch that) Switch the VIN on the Stoley Same nigga to the grave Gotta watch them, Mille topless Got the white like Milonakis I'm in traffic, say "What's rockin'" You hear me? Fuck, ready Try to shake a wave off a BO Shorty shaped like she Creole Fuck a parole, fuck a CO I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' greole I'm back uptown with the papis More white than a Nazi Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (What) No time for no limelight And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night Fuck them niggas on the other side Only friend I got, he a dead guy If you talk about him then the lead (Fly) Niggas they act like they know me, huh Two fours on 'em like Kobe Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili Yeah Trav always tweaking I ride with some apes and I'm never on defense I'm preein these niggas, the way that they envy Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stacking plenty Foreign bitches giving [?] in a Bentley Been trapping all day, man I just hit a ten-piece Fuck a uber, threw that bitch in the renty (Woo) Throwing like Brady don't be the receiver (Nah, pow) Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Facts, dickhead, dummy) Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo) That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precint (Watch that) Aus Songtexte Mania