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[Hook] Man I’m riding round 1 deep With that choppa on the back seat Blat, blat, blat And I ain’t worry bout you fuck niggas, squad! Man I ain’t worry bout you fuck niggas, Bow, bow, bow I said I’m riding round 1 deep With that choppa on the back seat Blat, blat, blat So I ain’t worry bout you fuck niggas, So I ain’t worry bout you fuck niggas, I got a 15 in the back of the seat Knock your head out clean to the back of the jeep And since I’m Gucci baby giving me the 3rd degree Bitch I ain’t nothing these rappers serve more jackers than me So much today’s hottest stars ain’t got more money than me They told me Gucci step up your bars I told em step up this cheese I’m bout to really go sheae just like drew breeze my nigg And everytime I do a feature, 50 pounds of meat Me and flocka twin choppas, we pop bottles and lick I see your contract my nigga, that ain’t no money to live Yeah you fucked up, down to sleep and under the bridge I’m eating good, fuck food, 60 bricks in the fridge, it’s Gucci! Letras de canciones [Hook] Man I’m riding round 1 deep With that choppa on the back seat Blat, blat, blat And I ain’t worry bout you fuck niggas, squad! Man I ain’t worry bout you fuck niggas, Bow, bow, bow I said I’m riding round 1 deep With that choppa on the back seat Blat, blat, blat So I ain’t worry bout you fuck niggas, So I ain’t worry bout you fuck niggas, One deep in the gold just weed and a choppa Make your frame came you that’s the power of the dollar Your niggas wild, but my niggas wilder Got an army of killers, no coing power Extendos in my handguns, 100 rounds spent now 1 Shootin best friends and loved ones We shootin nigga, no feel ones Point a nigga out, we fill one Can’t walk a mile in my air ones Hunned goons, I wish one Put 50 bands in your grand son Send a picture back with a ransom I need a million dollars shawty is some I’m the wrong nigga to put hands on Down industry we hands on I’m from clayton county, riverdale Black ski mask, no clientelle This jurrasic park, welcome to hell You seen the threats we ring the bells Front door, service, make 100 goons feel like no help 2 possy glocks till the barrel melt Make your son feel the same pain I felt, bastard! [Hook] Man I’m riding round 1 deep With that choppa on the back seat Blat, blat, blat And I ain’t worry bout you fuck niggas, squad! Man I ain’t worry bout you fuck niggas, Bow, bow, bow I said I’m riding round 1 deep With that choppa on the back seat Blat, blat, blat So I ain’t worry bout you fuck niggas, So I ain’t worry bout you fuck niggas, Got green light a ratchet loss You don’t want my cancel bra I smoke you but I don’t know you bra Bout to get your benzes up I’m mannin up, embeddin up Dummy don’t get damaged up I done did all kind of stuff Selling dope, robbing stuff Take your … in my seat Wishing a fuck nigga try me Room full of killers move by me And they move in silence Getting head from a that’s shiny Couple killers behind me All my niggas grimey And you know where to find me [Hook] Man I’m riding round 1 deep With that choppa on the back seat Blat, blat, blat And I ain’t worry bout you fuck niggas, squad! Man I ain’t worry bout you fuck niggas, Bow, bow, bow I said I’m riding round 1 deep With that choppa on the back seat Blat, blat, blat So I ain’t worry bout you fuck niggas, So I ain’t worry bout you fuck niggas From Letras Mania