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Kutta, cut that shit up, man Switch the 'Rari when I want, we at the other, other spot Me and bro ain't swappin' out our jewels, this another watch I get all types of bags in, I'm a different hot Shrooms, sex on the private jet, this a different high I'm with the clappers Brodie changed his life but he an ex kidnapper Ain't tryna go there with you, weird ass actors And rappers or whatever you call yourself I got five cellphones, tell them niggas to call my bluff Deletе shit, I don't post, I can't show them folks all of this stuff Turnin' up the business, I donе killed and been ballin' it up Older niggas postin' motivation, they holdin' they nuts Keep the windows clear, so them pussy niggas can see the guts Colors, she thinkin' I'm stubborn But, baby, I'm the catch, I catch up with you when I can Need a camera crew, everything we do it should be on film We came through a hundred deep, I seen you with your boyfriend Horse power, I was in a 'Rari, I was with a barbie, I had on Martin I call Lauren, my new-new, yeah-yeah, my boo Shit I rap 'bout be all facts, I'm livin' out my truth He think he this 'cause he bought that, bruh, I copped bruh one too We havin' motions for real, plural, everybody gettin' money I took off on niggas, real bad, everybody act funny Life a hard pill to swallow, nigga, everybody gotta stomach Letras de cancionesI tried to show niggas the right way, so everybody'll be on one I taught the lead by example, helped everybody get money I quit lean and stopped gamblin', I'm an ex codeine junkie (Lean) Stayed in motels with my family and did pushups with my blanket Used to work abroad for my brother'nem, but I ain't never been no flankin' (No) Some nigga tried me but couldn't call me, just a young nigga, they jumped me One nigga still think he got one up on me, but his day still comin' (Wow) I don't make threats nor promise, I just drop bands like commas Don't even ask me 'bout dead folks, 'cause I ain't got no comment (Yeah) I want my M's up to one, two, three, four, five one-hundred (Go) I ain't arguin' on no internet, I'm not Wack100 (No) Miami with no shirt just to show off the tats on my stomach (Man) Niggas old and broke, and out of shape, it sick, make me vomit It's been eighteen year later and my stock still ain't plummet Had to bet on myself, and made somethin' from nothin' (Yeah) Niggas sayin' they did this and that, for me y'all ain't did nothin' Nigga gon' throw they hand in and stop all that bluffin' (It's Gucci) From Letras Mania