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I'm just coolin' till my day drop Walking the fence, don't make a mixtape Lets get it! Ten birds in the louie bag Wrapped up in the Glad Top(?) Hop straight in the outtie(?) Nine tuck in the stall's market Thousands everywhere, There money pilling everywhere Why the cops on our block? Now there's valence everywhere Pull on sides! Why you think You hear "em sirens in the air? All those lights, mommas crying, Nigges sighing over there We start rolling through the blocks With stolen shooting Glocks Man down! Blew a top. Then walk around Like who is shot? Well, we're not talking to the cops So we don't know what's true or not And bitch, I got so many fists I just don't know what's knew or not This will hurry, I got's lots of swag When in town, working lot of jazz Letras de cancionesTrue religious stone cat You should have got your skull cracked Beat a nigga with a ball bat Pussy niggas, I ain't dealing with 'em Let them fifty in 'em to resolve that Why the whip so hard I spit a grind of mine Promise I'mma make it all that I'mma bust so hard, don't have no competition Tittie know that I'm a dawg now Got my money loan Just imagine all the niggas tryna Come and phone that When I was in the block You ain't really thing that I would do it on my own Now I'm on the road, smoking due and shows You think you can come along now But nah, you ain't real, nigga, you ain't really real And if you was in a jam, man, you has to get up info You would deal Then rock upon me, bust a deal You paranoid, let the stemmy spill! Praaaaaa! I'm koolin'! I'm koolin'! I'm koolin'! Koolin' in the hell hole I'm koolin'! I'm koolin'! I'm koolin'! From Letras Mania