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What's up with all of these fuck niggas? What's up with all of these fuck niggas? They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas 300, it's just us, nigga What's up with all of these fuck niggas? They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas What's up with all of these fuck niggas? Too many faces, I can't trust niggas What's up with all of these fuck niggas? I'm getting money, I can't trust niggas I grab my .30 if you a little bigger He pillow talking, that's for bitches, nigga Your bitch want me, I pass her to my niggas Got so much swag, these hoes, they feel a nigga We bought more choppers 'cause the streets got realer Ain't never seen you so I ain't gone serve you, nigga What's up with all of these fuck niggas? And we play for keeps so it's no worries with us And we shooting this shit, this a true story, nigga I'm Glory'd up, I'm in my glory, nigga What's up with all of these fuck niggas? What's up with all of these fuck niggas? They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas 300, it's just us, nigga Letras de cancionesWhat's up with all of these fuck niggas? They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas What's up with all of these fuck niggas? Too many faces, I can't trust niggas I'm big boss Fredo, what's up with all of these fuck niggas? Trap house full of crack, them pillow cases stuffed, nigga I don't fuck with fuck niggas, fuck with me, you get trunked, nigga Step up in the club, bet none of us get touched, nigga All us got .30s, we let them bitches bust, nigga All us got .30s, we let them bitches bust, nigga Got a young nigga that's 15 and all he do is slump niggas Young nigga that's 15 and all he do is slump niggas Dissing us, you drunk, nigga? Your whole squad full of punk niggas Don't make me grab that pump, nigga, turn y'all to some skunk niggas Bitch, we them niggas, and ain't no way around it I got a lot of guns, I'm talking hundred round shit, damn What's up with all of these fuck niggas? What's up with all of these fuck niggas? They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas 300, it's just us, nigga What's up with all of these fuck niggas? They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas What's up with all of these fuck niggas? Too many faces, I can't trust niggas I'm toting, phone and my pill, they rolling We lurking, see 'em on 'em, headshot, told little bro "done him" 'Cause little bro' keep it on him, he shoot, he shoot, he blowing Face shot so ain't no viewing, closed casket, ain't no face No face, it ain't no case, police, it ain't no trace That's why I use the .8, sometimes I use the .30 That's when we do 'em dirty, that mean we show no mercy That loud, that pipe be perfect, ain't a nigga perfect Don't be no dummy, boy A lot of niggas paranoid Free bro and 'em in the slammer, boy Free bro and 'em in the slammer, boy What's up with all of these fuck niggas? What's up with all of these fuck niggas? They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas 300, it's just us, nigga What's up with all of these fuck niggas? They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas What's up with all of these fuck niggas? Too many faces, I can't trust niggas From Letras Mania