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[?] made it, bitch My lil' nigga turned into a rat, so it's fuck what we was You niggas gon' keep it hundred, we tellin' lies to the judge Car hoppin', we servin' junkies Come through slow, we shootin' it up We got thirty sticks up in this GMC (Brr, brr) Shots out a movin' truck I just poured a trey up in a Fanta, I like half up Fuckin' groupie bitches chasin' clout, they tryna ride my buzz Who the fuck is buddy 'nem? Them lil' niggas ain't comin' with us 1017 so icey, so I'ma get down, don't come run with us Extortion, that's what keep the pay trappin' hard just to make a way Two bodies, one thirty K (Brr) Burnin' car, ain't no switchin' play Them straight A's how we get away Do the dash, watch me shake the jakes Bad bitches, expensive taste All my hoes got a hundred K, but better Ho talkin' me 'bout she gon' post me on Monday, I just might let her Gucci came got the certified, he knew I was a stepper (Brr) Niggas thinkin' shit cool I'm here with this chop' and watch me melt 'em And we might cash out with the plug and dumb a bag before we met 'em SongtexteMy lil' nigga turned into a rat, so it's fuck what we was (Ayy) You niggas gon' keep it hundred, we tellin' lies to the judge (Ayy, ayy) Car hoppin', we servin' junkies Come through slow, we shootin' it up We got thirty sticks up in this GMC (Brr, brr) Shots out a movin' truck I just poured a trey up in a Fanta, I like half up Fuckin' groupie bitches chasin' clout, they tryna ride my buzz Who the fuck is buddy 'nem? Them lil' niggas ain't comin' with us 1017 so icey, so I'ma get down, don't come run with us (Brr) Aus Songtexte Mania