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Put that shit back, back Nah, don't put it back, put it back, know what I'm sayin'? (Ayo, Lowrenz, what you doin'?) Type shit, type shit Fell me nigga? I get in that mode with this shit Like, fuck Fell me, just like some GTA shit Yeah, whole gang been rich ridin', never hidin' Four, five straps, and we slip and slidin' Lowkey, but still providin' Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get this fire then Lowkey, but still providin' Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get this fire then Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get it, okay Black mask on, two cell phones Youngin really made it out the 'jects with a chromе Okay, slip, slide Catch a nigga slippin', bust his dome Quiet 'bout it, so don't nobody know Skеleton in his closet, he got demons in his home Pray for him, got demons in his home Okay, youngin really made it out the 'jects, mhm-mm Fuckin' with these burnin' ass hoes, mhm-mm Youngin, he gon' die for his respect, mhm-mm SongtextePlay with me, I wish a nigga would Okay, whole gang ready to blow shit like propane Glock turn a nigga to a no name I don't need no fame We turn a nigga shit to low, man When we bust, you better get low, man Okay, brodie with me, with whatever, ready to crash out Tell him, "Chill," but he gon' take the crash route We took the fast route, now, we got cash, ready to cash out Still rich ridin' ready to lash out Yeah, whole gang been rich ridin', never hidin' Four, five straps, and we slip and slidin' Lowkey, but still providin' Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get this fire then Lowkey, but still providin' Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get this– Aus Songtexte Mania