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(Alto on this shit, fuck nigga) Try to take anything off me, I'm gon' blow your ass down (Lil' bitch) (Grrt) I'm gon' show you that switch sound I'm gon' show you that switch sound I'm gon' show you that switch sound And that lil' bitch you with passed around And that lil' bitch you with passed around I have them gunners gun 'em down Look at my pockets, they fatter now Look at my pockets, they fatter now Go to jail, I ain't tellin' 'em nothin', I ain't tell on my brother, you pushing my buttons I went and got me some money, these niggas is funny, she shakin' her bunions Have my brother put a hole in his chest, yeah, the size of a Funyun I ain't goin' back and forth with this shit, you gon' die for being funny Put my faith and trust into God in the sky, I'm overcoming Put my trust in the guys for to slide on something Hell yeah, I got my fire, slinging iron, that's how I'm coming I don't like being outside, gotta hide from the public I just got a new nine, no lie, love cutters Lie to my bitch and she lie to herself Dior, Chanel print, it's stuck on my belt Girl, this the realest shit that I done felt SongtexteStopped taking Ritalin, I need some help Y'all don't wanna kill him, I'll do it myself I'm stuck on these Vicodins, I need some help Gettin' to striking shit, I do not care Investin' time all in my wealth Fuck from the back while I pull on her hair Fuck from the back, give her devil stare All of that gang shit, all of that rapping, bitch, you know can't come 'round here Tryna go to war, you ain't in my tax bracket, bitch, you know this shit ain't gon' be fair My bitch want a new body, my brother want a body, I want a Bugatti Bitch, tell me what's the knowledge, tell me what's your logic 'cause you really wilding Walk in this bitch with my rocket, me against the world, I'm killin' everybody I'm a seven-figure nigga, all the shit that I fuck is exotic You can keep this shit up on the low and fuck with each other, tell nobody Try to take anything off of me, I'm crashing 'bout it Yeah, crashing 'bout it Yeah, yeah, crashing 'bout it I'm crashing 'bout it Yeah, crashing 'bout it (Grrt) I'm gon' show you that switch sound (Alto on this shit, fuck nigga) I'm gon' show you that switch sound I'm gon' show you that switch sound And that lil' bitch you with passed around (Lil' bitch) And that lil' bitch you with passed around I have them gunners gun 'em down Look at my pockets, they fatter now Look at my pockets, they fatter now Go to jail, I ain't tellin' 'em nothin', I ain't tell on my brother, you pushing my buttons I went and got me some money, these niggas is funny, she shakin' her bunions Have my brother put a hole in his chest, yeah, the size of a Funyun I ain't goin' back and forth with this shit, you gon' die for being funny Put my faith and trust into God in the sky, I'm overcoming (Surreal Gang, only the finest) Aus Songtexte Mania