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Wop (Wop) Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, go They say that I'm a clone, I’m not a human being (Well damn) 'Cause I can't on and maim you without my human feelings (Huh) Got a murder on my belt, it’s holdin' up my denim (It's Gucci) I'm keepin' the feds out my biz, you tryna put 'em in 'em (Racks) You say you wanna square off, well, fuck it, square off (Well damn) Choppa knock ya hair off, it turned ya bare off (Brr) I pray my haters get corona, stop the coughin' on me (Yeah) The last nigga ran up on me, and in a coffin, homie (Damn) I know the feds listen to me, they my competition Couldn’t beat me fair and square, so they recruited snitches (You snitchеs) Put ya homie in the ICU, he needed stitches, yeah Y’all actin' gangster, but deep down, y’all know y'all really bitches (Pussy) I make a snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry (Skrrt) They say I did it, I'm so rich, I still crank up the jury (Yeah) They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter's jersey (Vince) Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (Woo) Ran through like thirty million dollars in my early thirties (Huh?) I rep the 6 like Julius Erving, showtime like Sam Perkins (Wow) These bitches eatin’ these Percocets like they Boston Baked Beans (Wow) Somebody pinch him 'cause he tryna be me, it's a dream (It's Gucci) Uh, used to sell dope at the schoolhouse Look at me now, I'm a rich fuckin' dropout, yeah Letras de cancionesBands in my mouth now, pop out Pull up on ya block, everybody get shot down, yeah Cartier shine when the lights out He don't want the smoke, pussy nigga, better pipe down, uh Got his main bitch, he wanna fight now Hit it from the back with my Glock in a nightgown You know how that go got shit for a bitch, I got shit for a ho New foreign coupe with the butterfly doors Made the bitch flat seat, how fast we can go They hated, I made this shit happen, I slep on a pallet Post at the trap with the ratchet, I used to fuck with the ratchets But now I blew up, yeah, all of my bitches the baddest I ain't savin' no ho, I'm a real-ass pimp Bands in my pocket, why I got a lil limp Bitch, I'm poppin' like grease, see my name on a blimp (Yeah) Pourin' out their heart, boy, these nigga be simp (Yeah) Pour a four in my Sprite, now I'm leanin' (Huh) I face one back to back for no reason (Woo) Bitch it's East Side, I know 'em, I'm bleedin' (Yeah) Kush all in my lungs when I'm breathin' (Mmm), damn I love a ho with a fat ass, boy, you a bitch with yo rat ass You stalkin' my shit, what y'all mad at? Like Mike Jackson, do it , you badass Step off in this bitch, it's a light show (Light show) My diamonds hit without no lights though I love a thick bitch with no lipo (Ice) You hate me, yo ho in my likes though You love on dat ho, I would never (Damn) If she wanna ho, then I let her I might stress me a bitch, never press her All my guns come with a compressor Thirty-two lighters all on my dresser Testin' me I'ma get you together Bitch, I'm thuggin', no matter the weather So icy, we flockin' together Plan it, I make me a pot, I get special delivery Then that bitch hot, you a bundle of misery Get off my top and ya shawty on go because this year a bop I got boo stamps 'cause he always complainin' He don't eat enough of that pussy, you playin' You better be careful 'cause this shit is dangerous, lay yo ass out like a muhfuckin' stranger I say "Burr," bitch, ice cold, diamond grills all gold Quick bag also, pussy niggas all fo' My attitude needed a tic-tac I pulled his wig back, Swiper no swipin' the fox trap Damn, I need all that, send me a step, and they solve that Watch how my bitches resolve that Fly as hell, bitch, what you call that? Tell shawty fall back, I can't dissolve that My energy right, I got stamina Catch us, young nigga, with money, they needed the camera These niggas really ain't man enough, abracadabra, I see what's up Caught that bitch cheatin', you peepin' her Better think twice about keepin' her Bitches got options, that nigga been fuckin' her (Brr) Yeah, fly like a bird, fuck what you heard, bitch, I been makin' serves (Serves) Uh, big body swerve, I fucked up my Forgiato on the curve (Bah) Yeah, codeine got me slurred, I'm drinkin' too much, spilled this shit on my shirt (Uh) Yeah, I ball with no jersey, young nigga flexin', young nigga, no splurgin' (Uh) Lord, please have mercy, I got two bitches with me emergin' (Yeah) Bitch, better go join the circus, who you think I is? I ain't buyin' no Birkin My mama is the only lady I get a purse for These Instagram bitches, ain't nothin' but worth some So I'm ridin' in a yellow Maybach, sippin' purple And I got two straps on me, Glock, Urkel (Bah, bah) Yeah, what the fuck you mean, huh? (Fuck you mean?) Bitch, this a P-R-E, 1-0-1-7, dream team, yeah (Bitch) Bitch, I ball like Kareem, uh (Swish) and I'm 'bout my cream, yeah ('Bout my cream, uh) They say money talk, but my diamonds do too And they sayin', "Bling," nigga (So icy), yeah From Letras Mania