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Ruffians Ayy, I got the ball, pass it to my nigga, it's a no-look If he a rat, don't care if he a fish, that boy get no hook Ayy, know she fuck for nothin', but I still buy her Chanel Ayy, fucked her at the Hyatt, I was low as hell Ayy, my bitch drive on that drill, I told her, "Bust it left" Ayy, them bullets hit his hair, we can't go back to jail I was broke, I came from nothing, oh, you can barely tell Seventeen hoes, I took 'em tanning in the hills, they all from Nashville The doors swing, I don't know how to park this one Ayy, rockin' so much Chrome Hearts, my heart silver Fuck who said that I can't rap, it got my house bigger Give 'em thirty like Stephen and I let Hot dig 'em I'm lit up a whole 'nother mode, with more power Bad bitch, she look like Rubi Rose, she get no flowers Bad bitch, she hell, but I copped her like the Lakers Ayy, savage, but I been moving swift just like I'm Taylor Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah My opps, they hungry, so what's up on the barrel? The potato I was hurtin', so I went and bought me some more acres I spend my own money, you can ask my accountant at the label I drink too much syrup, every time I piss, I see tomato No, they didn't picture this, I spent twenty K just on some Gallery SongtexteSlide in that Charger, but we gon' leave 'em dead just like a battery A nigga scarred up, but no I can't complain, my mama happy I just point at God, if my name was Johnson, it wasn't magic Ayy, I got the ball, pass it to my nigga, it's a no-look If he a rat, don't care if he a fish, that boy get no hook Ayy, know she fuck for nothin', but I still buy her Chanel Ayy, fucked her at the Hyatt, I was low as hell Ayy, my bitch drive on that drill, I told her, "Bust it left" Ayy, them bullets hit his hair, we can't go back to jail I was broke, I came from nothing, oh, you can barely tell Seventeen hoes, I took 'em tanning in the hills, they all from Nashville The doors swing, I don't know how to park this one Ayy, rockin' so much Chrome Hearts, my heart silver Fuck who said that I can't rap, it got my house bigger Give 'em thirty like Stephen and I let Hot dig 'em I'm lit up a whole 'nother mode, with more power Bad bitch, she look like Rubi Rose, she get no flowers Bad bitch, she hell, but I copped her like the Lakers Ayy, savage, but I been moving swift just like I'm Taylor Aus Songtexte Mania