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Yeah By any means, huh? She fuck with souls Who the fuck is that up in your DMs? I don't know That's probably one of these motherfuckers BMs, I don't know We just hit the city up, and we sold out the show Yeah, they fuckin' with me pretty much, so where you tryna go? I ain't even gotta skate up on these hoes, yeah We know it ain't love and we know how that shit go Had to check 'em all, is you really friend or foe? Yeah Is you gang or no? Is you really down to roll? Is she a ten or no? I like her centerfold She just tryna get flown, I won't give that bitch a bone Hear you tryna write a book about me, the fuck you on? She said, "Would you love me the same way if all this shit was gone?" I guess we'll never know I guess we'll never be ashamed enough to let it go I guess we'll never see our names and I should let it go I guess it just wasn't enough, you'd rather be alone (Uh, yeah) Now I got this bitch on lock, no the opps can't fill my shoes Probably couldn't fill my socks, copped my bitch some brand new jewels I might flood this shit with rocks, on the corner just like opp You was tryna make it work, gotta work with what you got SongtexteSome of us don't know our worth, I just woke up to some top Love the way you keep it tight for me and make that pussy pop Once I get a hundred million, we gon' go and buy the block I took my time with all this shit, they said that I was on the clock Ha, oh, they love to make me hot I was writin' songs for so and so, you owe these kids a lot Made my brother down one group, I but that boy up in a boat Told her to line it up and bitch, don't make it hot She like, "Who the fuck is that up in your DMs?" I don't know That's probably one of these motherfuckers BMs, I don't know We just hit the city up, and we sold out the show Yeah, they fuckin' with me pretty much, so where you tryna go? I ain't even gotta skate up on these hoes, yeah We know that it love and we know how that shit go Had to check 'em all, is you really friend or foe? Yeah Is you gang or no? (Yeah) Is you really down to roll? Look, is you gang or no? Just stay loyal to the code (Ayy) Money over hoes, it's never money over bros, yeah Family over everything, they with me like this pole, yeah And my heart is chrome like I wear it on my clothes, yeah (Yeah) Different type of breed, [?] from the streets to the industry, baby, uh (Let's go) Nothin' regular 'round us, splash, shoot like .380 (Ha) I had to take my shot for my city, I can't stop I chase you down like BronBron, I would never play with this block (Block) Who that in my DM? I don't need 'em, I don't know (I don't know) Hold on, that's his BM, she need biscuits for the low, ayy (Come on) Double G on my feet and I put sixty on her toes (Yeah, yeah) Don't know what happened to Virgil, I know what happened to your bro I'm lowkey but I'm top dawg, originator, you a knock off (Knock) Spin and try to knock an opp off But of murders, what I saw, no scale, had to eyeball Work wet, let it dry off Miss your flight, can't fly off Grrah, grrah, grrah Aus Songtexte Mania