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[feat. Gucci Mane] [Verse 1: Game] My cup, my bitch nigga, everything major My niggas they shoot like Indiana Pacers Indiana hoosers don't need more about the laser Raise your fucking team up, meaning [?] will pay ya Red phantom pink slip, everything paid for Black 24's lips fatter than fantasia Had a bitch from Asia, put her up on the drama And her name Soo Woo, isn't it ironic? My bars great [?] and when I [?] Respect me like Mohamed, but nigga I'm not Islamic All about my profit, ain't you in the cockpit Devil in the rearview, heaven's the only option Ain't you on the hood like Reverend Run's crooks The day I'm feeling good riding in his holy ghost Hate me like I'm god son, wanna see me deceased? Break the 6th commandment if you run upon this Jesus peace [Hook: Gucci Mane] Wow I whip like wow, I whip like chicks with big ice style I move like wow, I'm smoking right now Then I say ow, cause my gun go pow [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Letras de cancionesBalling, like a [?] I'm not an athlete but it's a track meet I'm on a great run, the world love me So love or hate me, it's all gravy So icy, so punch or break nigga Ice cream on my face, it ain't your face nigga I'm on my grind custom, yeah my grind custom While you cross counters, we cross continents Yellow diamonds on my wrist looking like a army I'm not a pumpkin, I trap [?] I got irons, squares for you Power for goons, prepare for you So where the move blood, the tattoo go I'm a straight dog, I keep a cold flow So where the move blood, the tattoo go I'm a straight dog, I keep a cold flow [Hook] [Verse 3: Game] Game, DJ Skee, we onto something major Chains, Gucci, light it up like Vegas Down goes Frasier, my shooters like pagers And we keep that new pain run when you see them lasers We bring them trailblazers smoking kush from the majors Still trapping, like back then, the iPhone [?] Quit clapping, what's happening 4.5 for you haters Keep clapping, I'm clapping, T.I. know we takers Nigga, I don't give it that, I'm cellophane Get your boss on your phone cause we don't fuck with middle men Hit your boss at your home fucking with my little man Where I'm from it's off with your dome for just a kilogram Gucci they talking about that tat up your face Must of forgotten them boys you shot nigga murder was the case This summer is ours and a motherfucker safe And in a fall, I'm puttin' 5 mill in a fucking safe [Hook] From Letras Mania