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Woah (Ayo, Shod Beatz) Woah Up with that fire, make 'em walk it out (Drvmlord) Thirty on me, so it's nothin' we can talk about Uh, woah, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about Make me pull up to your whereabouts Uh, woah, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out I hid that sack at my mama house 'Member them days I was broke, had to sleep on my mama couch Uh (Uh), woah, my shooters gon' step, that's for no amount I tell them steppers to spin, guaranteed that it's goin' down Talkin' down make me pull up to your whereabouts Uh (Uh), woah (Woah), up with that fire, make 'em walk it out Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about Make me pull up to your whereabouts (Uh), yeah, walk a nigga down, I ain't doin' no talkin' (Walk a nigga down) Big Draco, put a nigga in a coffin (Big Drac') Splashin' (Splash), water on me wet like a dolphin Nasty, lil' bitch eat it off the body (Eat) Beat the pussy up off the Roxy like I'm Rocky (Beat it) Brought a middleman since he lyin' 'bout exotic (Woah) Stolen Hellcat, nigga, fuck a Bugatti (Vroom) Double R the gang, real rich like Roddy (Yeah, yeah) SongtexteBig bankroll got a nigga cocky New trap house full of 'bows of exotic ('Bows of exotic) New coupe, got a nigga floor matchin' carpet (Floor matchin' carpet) Young rich nigga, yeah, I'm a big shit popper Reachin' for this chain, damn right I'ma pop you (Grrt, grrt) 7.62 bullets hot like lava (Hot like lava) Double R the gang, yeah, I'm the godfather, bitch (I'm the godfather, bitch) Uh, woah, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about Make me pull up to your whereabouts Uh, woah, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out I hid that sack at my mama house 'Member them days I was broke, had to sleep on my mama couch Uh (Uh), woah, my shooters gon' step, that's for no amount I tell them steppers to spin, guaranteed that it's goin' down Talkin' down make me pull up to your whereabouts Uh (Uh), woah (Woah), up with that fire, make 'em walk it out Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about Make me pull up to your whereabouts Uh, Frozone, real trap nigga, I ain't doin' no fraud Racks in my pocket like a nigga on hard Fuck a bank account, I ain't swipin' no card Money on your head, better get up out of Dodge Stolen Hellcat, switch the VIN up in the yard Nigga actin' gangster, they pulled your whole card Walk a nigga down, leave his brains in the yard Rap-cappin'-ass nigga, I ain't doin' no 'flaging Pack too strong, smell like bodies in the closet Chop make your whole crew dance, Jabbawockeez Still get high off the tens in the Wocky Five K fit, still won't rerock it Wanna join the gang, boy, you gotta catch a body On God, rap-cappin'-ass nigga, bitch ass Uh, woah, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about Make me pull up to your whereabouts Uh, woah, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out I hid that sack at my mama house 'Member them days I was broke, had to sleep on my mama couch Uh (Uh), woah, my shooters gon' step, that's for no amount I tell them steppers to spin, guaranteed that it's goin' down Talkin' down make me pull up to your whereabouts Uh (Uh), woah (Woah), up with that fire, make 'em walk it out Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about Make me pull up to your whereabouts Aus Songtexte Mania