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Brrt Killerdelphia (Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy) Uh Shit is crazy, when I look at my sons, I see a God Can't complain when my niggas ain't livin' and we alive Charlie thought I would make it without him, nigga's surprised At the Grammys lookin' down from the stage, right in his eyes I told Chino he should stay out them trenches, but, he decided To play them corners, I check up on him 'cause we gon' ride Slidin' around in a brand new Phantom with three .45s Two F&Ns, a small percentage that we gon' die This bulletproof forever, my mom sleep better So, she don't cry This shit we smoke make my mind think better So, we get high I'm never puttin' these thots on my girl level So, she ain't mine And if a thottie ever told you I love her Then, she a lie 'Member I was tellin' niggas, "Stack that paper, fuck gettin' fly" 'Member I was tellin' niggas, "Come get these millions, fuck gettin' by" Now, my homies gettin' clutch on each other, it's gettin' [?] Now, my homies ain't even trustin' each other, I swear to God Black and jewels protect my freedom 'cause I'm rich like that SongtexteBulletproof, I'm in the trenches, 'cause it gets like that I had to cut them thotties off, I said, "I gets right back" Soon as my dawg went in her DM, that bitch hit right back, facts I never wanted to be this rich, quarantine, I got three hundred all on my wrist, yeah Quarantine, I'm mixin' noodles up with the fish, yeah And only thing you can say I failed was a piss test Diamonds shine like the Holy Grail, and all my shit wet And all of these niggas know me well Ho, wait, no bitch pressed Ho try fuck my whole shit up 'cause that bitch pressed She downgraded and I upgraded to big jet Told 'em when they booked my jet, I need to store this They know what I'm spendin' on them things, so, how's you doin' this? Fifty K take off to the air, these prices ludicrous I could've bought two chains with that, don't know where my future is My shit WHAM like Baby out here My older knew his shit, got to keep a gunner with twenty-one shots Duck down and shoot some shit Free my slimes, free my opps I rep' that 18 in baguettes 'cause that's my truest block And I can't trust you, I can't tell you tell the truth or not I been too busy freein' these [?], ain't been in the booth a lot They gave my dawg life in the cell, he got to do [?] He say he pray five times a day, and I'm gon' scoop him out Watch me Richard on my wrist cost a new Bugatti All these billionaires around me, it feel like the 'lluminati Bad bitch, that pussy wet, I'm slippin', I could sue somebody I can't bring my shooters 'round me, yeah, they be tryna shoot somebody Yeah, I see your, "R.I.P." on the 'Gram, but, what you do about it? Let them niggas lie your mans and you had knew about it And when it come to holdin' that water, I'm turnin' blue about it Get some money and them pounds, they come to you about it Red light, catch a nigga at that red light Go crazy on this window with that glizzy with that flashlight For times that got dark, shit I went through in my past life And this bitch still goin' hard like I ain't make five million last night And I ain't talkin' 'bout other finesse, I'm talkin' 'bout my deal And it's crazy 'cause I done investments to clear out all my bills I get lazy, I let my cash work for my cash, I want to chill My four pockets still be filled, and I got ties [?] for real I'll be back in a minute Switchy on that Glicky Aus Songtexte Mania