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(Damjonboi) (Prince, this a hit) What's up, nigga? You tryna smoke? Back the fuck up, man You throwin' breath all around this bitch, foggin' up my buffs Man, why you talkin' to the custo' like that, man? Yeah 'Cause he a fuckin' custo', shorty, and he mine Just cover your nose and shut the fuck up Hey Cuddy rockin' Levi's, but they the Denim Tears You can't grow these 'bows in Michigan, you gotta send 'em here Off the capital, should I play Sinclair or Saint Michael? Think he lyin' 'bout his life 'cause he don't never say, "Bible" On your block, a scavenger, I'm tryna sightsee With the Glock, I'm accurate, I'll put your ass up on a white tee I try to do the average, I dropped a four up in an iced tea Who the fuck just did your drank? Lil' brodie got some light green (Lame) Out the way, I bet I'd hit a deer without these high beams Life a movie, bro'll pulled up shootin' up the fight scene Cuddy breaking glass like he Shaq, servin' ice cream You won't even see the postseason, y'all the ninth seat SongtexteNew grip on the Drac', this bitch naïve (Brrt) I been on tour all week, this like flight three (Yoom) If you fuck with Certified Trapper, you get flights free Soulja-fied Trapper, yeah, they comin' with some new marines Sometimes the L's come before the dubs settle Blowin' zottie, eyes red like I popped a blood vessel Tap a hat and up a rank 'cause you ain't got enough level First place when we racin', all I know is stump pedal Top floor lookin' at the sky, I deserve this shit If that ho don't make the right move, I'ma curve that bitch (I'ma leave her in the past) Plug in Argentina (Ooh) Grenades in the Lab, we should hit Karina (Boom, Draco) (Grenades in the Lab, we should hit Karina) Big Backwood, nigga, I'm smokin' on Sherblato (Gang) Ridin' in a Hellcat, nigga, Grand Theft Auto (Yeah) Smokin' on Backwoods, higher than Invader Zim (Gang) Make the wrong move, then the chopper gon' spray at them (Brr) Hit the location, where he at? I'm chasin' him (Gang) We ain't askin' no questions, nigga, you know we takin' shit (Takin' shit) Hold on, big chopstick, nigga, this shit hold a hundred (Gang) Big zaza blunt, nigga stay blunted (Draco) Duffel bag a hundred K, nigga, all hundreds (Soulja) Big Draco, nigga, I came up from nothin' Ridin' with a baby AK, this a micro Drac' Nigga got some bullshit jewelry, throw your ice away Young nigga died for no reason, threw his life away (Nah) Bitch want Coochie Man yesterday, but she want Mike today Bitch say she got her driver license, where your license plate? (Where?) You would think the Wock' hit the ground how they dropped the case (Nah) Why you keep flashin' dog money? That is not your pay Somebody spreadin' cheese on the Doritos, it's a nacho day Clap, clap, clap, clap, let me see that ass jump Stinkin'-ass bitch, got on the same panties from last month She ain't even get the BBL, she got the ass pumps They used to show me love, but now they hate I got my cash up Forty on me, bag up Halloween, masked up (Okay) Ride it out, draft up Split fifty with my last buck Drew Brees, she got passed up Stick up, put the cash up (Baow) Now he dead, dog (Huh?) What he said, dog? (Gang) Uh, husky is my pedigree If you not my pedigree, we can't exchange my energy If you not what's next for me If it's not a check for me, flex for free Everything is PPV, it's pay per view Car got satellite, Mercedes coupe is pastel baby blue Screens hang like the fangs on 'em mango saber tooth I ain't graduated, but my house is guard gated Money stretch like Tom Brady Cadillac was escalated Aus Songtexte Mania