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Welcome to 1st class Danny, I see you Throw a [?] chainsaw and chop up these niggas I wore Gucci the whole 'fit, it wasn't no linen Yeah, these bitches do whatever, just for the rich I don't fuck with none of these hoes, they put opps in my business (Keed talk to 'em, Keed talk to 'em, woo-hoo) But I love that ho You can have my main ho She comin' back (Fuck she doin'?) like yo-yo's (Fuck is you doin'?) Yeah, I got some shows, thinkin' 'bout my daughter on the road Guess I killed a fuckboy, they was talkin' 'bout I was drunk Boy, you love your bitch and your life get [?] Yeah, I came from the South Side, nigga, this shit a jungle Yeah, she know I got hunnids on hunnids, yeah, I got this shit by the bundle Yeah, we got real Hi-Tech, shit put you in a coma Slatt Gotit, I'm with Slatt Gotit I got so many side hoes, yes, I pay they rent (Hoo) Yeah, I will flip cars and I went legit (Hoo) No, I'm not drippin' in it, I trick or treat (Hoo-ooh) Yes, I got some millions I've been spendin' (Hoo) Tread on me, boy, I know every spot you live, in (Hoo-ooh) [?] slumped your brother, huh? Yeah, he still live (Hoo) Yeah, in that Lamb truck, i'm on that real N Songtexte[Chorus] ([?], on the beat) Throw a [?] chainsaw and chop up these niggas (Boy, you know I'm goin' in) I wore Gucci the whole 'fit, it wasn't no linen Yeah, these bitches do whatever, just for the rich I don't fuck with none of these hoes, they put opps in my business (Keed talk to 'em, Keed talk to 'em, woo-hoo) But I love that ho You can have my main ho She comin' back like yo-yo's Yeah, I got some shows, thinkin' 'bout my daughter on the road Guess I killed a fuckboy, they was talkin' 'bout I was drunk What it is? Yeah, we hear the crowd goin' [?] (Grrah, grrah) Hey, you and lil' baby, yeah (Grrah), we rockin' cribs (Grrah, grrah) Yeah, you niggas know around, I'm dyin' by my pills Hope my baby mama's baby just how I live Give her all the money (That's the truth), takin' my daughter if it ain't him (That's the truth) Fuck a cavalier, these diamonds shine like chandelier You don't like it? Fuck you, yeah, what it is I ain't have to keep a big blicky over here Thinkin' I ain't slide, bet ya whole family sheddin' tears And my momma Dead, niggas dead, 'round waiting, boom boom (Let's go) Bitches ain't thinkin', bitch, they finna, ooh-ooh Throw a [?] chainsaw and chop up these niggas (Yeah, slime hard) I wore Gucci the whole 'fit (Slime, hard), it wasn't no linen (Slime, ho) Yeah, these bitches do whatever, just for the rich I don't fuck with none of these hoes, they put opps in my business (Keed talk to 'em, Keed talk to 'em, woo-hoo) But I love that ho You can have my main ho She comin' back like yo-yo's Yeah, I got some shows thinkin' 'bout my daughter on the road Guess I killed a fuckboy, they was talkin' 'bout I was drunk Aus Songtexte Mania