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No, you ain't Check Throw it back for a thick boy I'm a outcast, still out last Your favourite rapper, no hits, boy This offshore cost more than yours (Uh-huh) Had Dior three years ago (Step) Made my way, carved my own lane Still hatin', do my own thing (Yeah) Ain't cryin' over no spilled milk (Nah) Fuckin' bitches like Wilt still (Step) Made it off the deep, coulda got killed (Ha) Or locked up, we don't fuck with death (Ha) But guess what, bitch? We back, ho We ain't never left, just sound good But guess what, bitch? We back, ho 'Cause we ain't never left, just sound good (Uh) I'm Detroit Red on a whole lotta X (Ow) He ain't in my pocket and I got that check Had to check for thе shoestring If you try to shoot, things might jam up, so try your— Don't try to be lookin' out Keep it on me if you try to doubt What thе fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Seen a lot homie, and watch your mouth Songtexte Guess what? We on (We on) Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone) Up outta here and we smokin' that strong Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone Guess what, ho? We on (We on) Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone) Up outta here and we smokin' that strong (Well) Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone (Step) Guess what, ho? We on (We on) Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone) Up outta here, smokin' that strong (Let's go) Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone (Uh) That money can't save you, bitch (No) Them guards can't save you, bitch (Uh-uh) Your pimp just playin' you, bitch (That's right) How you wanna be a thug and you rich? (Why?) You can tell they was raised by some bitches Creepy niggas always wanna kick it Give percentage 'cause they want an image Them people put all of your fam' in a ditch, sni- Bitch, play me, you gone, just leave me alone I got a pistol, it's shiny and chrome Straight to your face, now we hollow your home Uh-oh, you know (You know) Me and Danny, we pros (Pros) Feelin' like Mike, just give me the goal I'm feelin' like Biggie, they givin' me mo', huh Woah, woah, woah, uh, let's go, uh Rappers gettin' extorted (Yeah) Like hoes who can't afford it (Let's go) Gotta check in with they daddy But they get pushed down the toilet Your fate came with a price and for that price you gettin' aborted These fake-ass wannabe gangstas turn to actors when they mournin' Y'all tried to bring the heat, that's how shit pop, Alonzo Mourning She sing my song to me after we fuck, that bitch retarded Guess what, ho? We on (We on) Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone) Up outta here and we smokin' that strong Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone Guess what, ho? We on (We on) Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone) Up outta here and we smokin' that strong (Well) Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone (Step) I'm ready, I'm ready No, you ain't (Uh) Aus Songtexte Mania