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Look Free my niggas out the can Nigga, this that crazy man I ain't even put no effort, crazy man Draw down with that Glock, bitch don't make no sound Say somethin', might get shot, bitch face down to the ground I ain't got no respect aye, you might think I'm dumb I'm just 17, with a whole lotta money Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe Tell me hoe, if you don't like me why you worried about what I do You ain't see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew (Tell me why you say that YoungBoy?) Cause bitch I'm flyer than your dude If you think I fuck with that lil hoe, then you a fool I ain't got no education, I dropped out of school No security with me so I'm strapped up with that tool Try to take my jewelry off and you gon' make the nеws bitch Cuban links around my neck, it cost me 22 bitch Audemar Piguеt, coulda' went and bought a school bitch Went to Neiman Marcus for my pants and my shoes bitch Five thousands dollars, what I paid for the whole fit I just took a loss so I'm goin' on a heist bitch Hold a tool in yo face like chino do a bike bitch Too much money on me for to raise my hands and fight bitch Thunder in my clip, fuck around get hit with light bitch Songtexte Draw down with that Glock, bitch don't make no sound Say somethin', might get shot, bitch face down to the ground I ain't got no respect aye, you might think I'm dumb I'm just 17, with a whole lotta money Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe Tell me hoe, if you don't like me why you worried about what I do You ain't see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew (Tell me why you say that YoungBoy?) Cause bitch I'm flyer than your dude Wait, I'm really focused, they talking bullshit But they still listen to my old shit Listen lil bitch, I still got money from some old shit Listen lil bitch, I empty clips and then reload it I get more attention when I'm with my Louie Loafers All my whips is tinted so they love to pull me over You a sherm nigga, word nigga, yous a joker My whip is matte black, I used to ride in the Toyota yeah Now I'm slumpin' niggas over yeah Niggas got they ten toes up yeah Heart started gettin' colder yeah Lil bitch you don't know us yeah Draw down with that Glock, bitch don't make no sound Say somethin', might get shot, bitch face down to the ground I ain't got no respect aye, you might think I'm dumb I'm just 17, with a whole lotta money Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe Tell me hoe, if you don't like me why you worried about what I do You ain't see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew (Tell me why you say that YoungBoy?) Cause bitch I'm flyer than your dude Aus Songtexte Mania