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(Leor, light it up) (What's up, Haze?) Huh, huh, huh Huh, ridin' in that motherfuckin' skrrt-skrrt, vroom Shawty on my side, and she don't want me to lose I can't make this up 'bout how I came through shinin' Yeah, you knowin' how I do Actin' crazy in this bitch like I belong on the news Turnin' up, up in this bitch like I'm a motherfuckin' fool I go dumb up in this bitch, I go to wavin' with my tool For Big Dump, I really miss, I got them bodies two by two, ha Time to head home, baby, what that sex 'bout? (Okay) Have your head on, baby, lose that cell phone (Okay) We fuck the flyest, she let me hit it in my VLONE One-fifty units, I just need to get a big loan Cards like its real estate, nigga, better get down Soon as that chopper bang, gravediggin', 4K Trey Nigga, this a shotta's chain Real killer, don't play with children, 'fore I had five at five brains Do the dash on pro charge engines, hit it, this bitch insane Pussy nigga mad about my millions, can't talk wit' 'em sane Comprehension with no understandin', they don't know what I'm sayin' How we wait outside, put end to lives Wear meaningless diamond chains spinnin' 'bout our dead brother name? Songtexte Huh, ridin' in that motherfuckin' skrrt-skrrt, vroom Shawty on my side, and she don't want me to lose I can't make this up 'bout how I came through shinin' Yeah, you knowin' how I do I knock shit off as soon as it's up, they need to put me in a zoo I got big bank, plenty money, and my sons too We tote sticks like they baboons, got my blick in New York like Woo Cousin Lil Dee, call him Skully, just wan' crash when Top say shoot Play with that dog food like my cousin, profit jump back up in two Prophet preachin' to the youth, all that lame shit, we don't do Fuck niggas, hatin'-ass, who you kill? Protect your gang, bang with your crew Me and my mans, we out the roof, I'm screamin', "Bitch, what you wan' do?" GTR, I'ma turn this bitch into a slider I fuck with her, take her out to Shyne, flood her with diamonds I'm gon' murder someone, pray that I just don't have to remind her I ain't got no work on me, real fast in that foreign, how I be drivin' We killed him, we slimed him, man, we slimed him in that motherfuckin'—, ooh I'm by my lonely, probably two guns on me Yeah, ridin' in the coupe Shawty know I'm high in this motherfucker, want me to get her high too Tryna tell you they can be with it, I'm already on that Huh, ridin' in that motherfuckin' skrrt-skrrt, vroom Shawty on my side, and she don't want me to lose I can't make this up 'bout how I came through shinin' Yeah, you knowin' how I do Aus Songtexte Mania