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I put that shit together for a job I put that shit together for a job If I'm not making money then I got me some withdrawals If I'm not at the top, then I won't do it at all Big tanks, big guns, big trucks, zombies Yea we some big mutts, big doggies I put that shit together for a job I put this shit together like some puzzle pieces (No) You ain't live what I live (hoe) You ain't did what I did (no) You ain't put this shit together and stand on the shit you did How you running from some lies you said you already fucking did You say you standing on that shit but all we see you do is sit (boy sit) Yea yea yea yea, sit Yea yea yea, sit Like a mutt Yea yea sit You a bitch, you ain't got this fucking money guess what it is? Its that king tonka, king world, billionaire bitch You could suck my dick, ion give no fucks about this shit Ion give one fuck, not two fuck, not 3 fuck, not 6 Yea, I'm with the boy in the 6ix You don't gotta like it but just know I keep them sticks SongtexteYou don't gotta like us but just know I run this shit Yea yea yea yea yea, sit I put that shit together for a job I put that shit together for a job If I'm not making money then I got me some withdrawals If I'm not at the top, then I won't do it at all Big tanks, big guns, big trucks, zombies Yea we some big mutts, big doggies I put that shit together for a job I put this shit together like some puzzle pieces (No) Shorty been takin' them Percs, he out his mind, he ready to click (Shorty) Shorty been takin' them pills, he ready to go splurge at the big old trick (Shorty) Shorty been wipin' nostrils, 730, been on ten (Shorty) Shorty been catchin' bodies, done killed his man, he ready to go spin (Shorty) Switch blend in, I'm trill Smacked his whole friend, I'm trill I just snatched the doors out the 'Rari I'll just buy a plane tomorrow Bought the bitch a bag or somethin', I ain't get to tell her sorry Seven whole cities goin' up, I just bought a bag of guns Super, not the average one, splurgin' at the diamond store Three mill' in diamonds on, look like an island on him I ain't threw stylin' on 'em, still tryna hide the money Get a nigga cooked for a Perc', real nigga goin' 730 (Ayy) It's been a week since you dissed your opps, you must be foldin' (Ayy) They say it's my fault if you fall out on the codeine (Ayy) I'm just a rich-ass junkie, I might OD (Ayy) I done fucked around and hit that coke, it make my nose bleed (Ayy) I put this shit together like a job (Put this shit, woah) I put that shit together like a job (Put this shit) Get a mill' ticket just for me to talk (Woah) Lil' bad bitch done snorted all the block (Woah) Big tanks, big guns, big trucks, zombies Yea we some big mutts, big doggies I put that shit together for a job I put this shit together like some puzzle pieces Aus Songtexte Mania