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(Glockley) Woo (Yeah, nigga) Man, this shit got me jumpin', nigga Yeah? What? J-A-AH-S-L-T, what? Yeah Somethin' wrong with this nigga, bruh, I'm tellin' you, what, nigga? This shit got me fuckin' jumpin', I'm the highest in the function Why you keep talkin' all this shit, but you ain't doin' nothin'? We on shit, we do not mention, all my brothers came in Crippin' Keep my page on public just to give these niggas motivation What? I'm finna ooh, yeah, that shit on me, that tool, nigga What? You know what I do, I don't even care 'bout you and your crew Run these bitches by myself, Glock 19, it do me well Made a bitch streak between hotels Southside nigga, I get cheddar I ain't rich yet, but got enough bread to takе your bitch, huh And I can't leave my stick, 'cause I got way too many sticks, uh And I can't fuck with thеm niggas no more, on God, they make me sick (On God) And every where I go, you know I'm keepin' an extra clip, huh I just, woah I just, hold up I just, woah SongtexteI just Huh, fuck it, guess I'm toxic You don't wanna fuck with me, you can just stop it I don't even speak with none of these niggas, huh But damn, how I'm the topic? I can't fuck this chick (No, ma'am) She want a kid (Call the scam) You want a what? (I want a Benz) I don't even trap no more, my man I'm like fuck it (Fuck it), finna (What?) Morph in this bitch, we up Five percent on the tint, trust me, you ain't seein' shit Pulled up on him, fuckin' told him Knew I'm crazy, they ain't tell him And I'm in this bitch with Wes, we sticked up, who they fuckin' tellin'? This shit got me fuckin' jumpin', I'm the highest in the function Why you keep talkin' all this shit, but you ain't doin' nothin'? We on shit, we do not mention, all my brothers came in Crippin' Keep my page on public just to give these niggas motivation Somebody tell this nigga to calm down Goddamn, boy, you goin' crazy Hah, yeah, huh, what? Huh, yeah, huh, what? Huh We good Aus Songtexte Mania