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Corn by the zip for the rusty Cup on the scale 'cause it's dusty Man ah chase gyal, that's tusty I was doing trey with the custies Trust me, the feds wanna poach me These niggas on the road wanna hunt me ACE got the scram and he brung me He's down for the ride and he's dumpy Know I've got the junk food everytime Junk food there for the junkies Chunks of the cha cha on deck Crunch that down 'cause they're chunky 64785 Dun know, trap line trunky Who say the Milly ain't live? VP line where the thugs be Mission man back and it's grungy, yo Ever since ACE said whoa Kane told me keep it low I was knee-deep in snow He was knee-deep in sniff I was too deep with bro Now I'm waist-deep in this work 'Cause we was too deep in his home Corn by the ounce and the fiends out Letras de cancionesPurp in the cup like we leaned out Tizzy Gang coming like Barça Know what it is when the team's out New hitlist for the new year Coming like it's gonna get cleaned out These niggas move like hoes All they wanna do is get peened out Corn by the zip for the rusty Cup on the scale 'cause it's dusty Man ah chase gyal, that's tusty I was doing trey with the custies Trust me, the feds wanna poach me These niggas on the road wanna hunt me ACE got the scram and he brung me He's down for the ride and he's dumpy 07950 79- 8805, my brudda, let's break bread If you bag food bare-hands, you're a basehead How you gonna touch it and you don't use latex? Came from the bold in the east YGs roll with heat so discrete like Tre said Time's money and money can't be wasted If they don't wanna listen then make them Came from the 3, got niggas in the 6 And beef in the 9 Can't ask if I done that Why you speaking of crime? I stay two steps ahead Just bobbing and weave with the time I said two steps ahead Bob, weave with the times And I'd be lying if I said it's just bars When I die, all my akhis will make dua And I put one hand on the Bible No disrespect to the Qur'an Because religion and politics ain't stopping us We've got the block on the back for one nation I've recently seen the light And I'm starting to become patient I did a little dab from the feds And I don't even like that dance How you gonna call for a big bit Talking 'bout buying in parts? I did a little dab from the feds And I don't even like that dance How you gonna call for a big bit Talking 'bout buying in parts? Corn by the zip for the rusty Cup on the scale 'cause it's dusty Man ah chase gyal, that's tusty I was doing trey with the custies Trust me, the feds wanna poach me These niggas on the road wanna hunt me ACE got the scram and he brung me He's down for the ride and he's dumpy Waist-deep, I ain't tryna drown, though Used to be a pauper, still had a crown though Most reckless YG with a south flow In the music scene, in the trap house blow We move to fiends, didn't man's spouse know? Give them the number, gone, missing You was inside doing 'narn, fishing Said it's just head, why was y'all kissing? Broke boy, you ain't got time for relations You ain't got scrams, you're faking Home invasions, ting called infiltration True colours show and them man are all pagans And I don't rate them, but they all rate me How you get boxed and talk? That's lame, B How you get wrapped and you got your 380? Everyone talking 'bout shooting Till it's in the palm, then a man ah move shaky Called up Johnny, he was like "no way, G" Then VS came through with the slap weh Dare a man pass through, he can get slapped there Hands on Tre or C? That's a draw-out for man like A-C-E Immediately Like when the yout came crying to me I flew off the stage, put him to sleep 'cause I'm active Walk round with tings, make man backflip Jump out of bush and then brandish Don't think I come with no matchstick Hot flamethrower, two-handed Ain't a flamethrower but it tans skin Up and down the hill, I was panting Ten toes up, tryna stack for a mansion But I've got a trailer Skirt for the living in a ride like Ricky Beat your girl on a backseat with no Jimmy Then I do the dash cuh the cats call for me Oh so Tizzy Bangers and mash with the junk food, you see me? I did a little dab from the feds And I don't even like that dance How you gonna call for a big bit Talking 'bout buying in parts? Corn by the zip for the rusty Cup on the scale 'cause it's dusty Man ah chase gyal, that's tusty I was doing trey with the custies Trust me, the feds wanna poach me These niggas on the road wanna hunt me ACE got the scram and he brung me He's down for the ride and he's dumpy Know I've got the junk food everytime Junk food there for the junkies Chunks of the cha cha on deck Crunch that down 'cause they're chunky 64785 Dun know, trap line trunky Who say the Milly ain't live? VP line where the thugs be From Letras Mania