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RBE x SOB Mane that's the gang mane Fuck you suckas for you other niggas I ain't fuckin wit A big Glock make this bitch sing nigga High notes [?] like he on me I don't trip off the typos Hoes jump around with the clique I don't like toes Fuck taking breaks, I ain't stoppin' till the mic gone Real P with the strap Sending' shells, nigga mac round Talkin' like she ready, then I gotta blow her back out Real rumble, big 40 with us Pacquiao Real smoke make a nigga hold his ears, cause it's that loud Niggas on my dick Ride around with the semi cocked Trynna live this life, but I can't like I'm in a box Bad lil bitch, yeah I spit in twat She my bottom bitch I just love when she give me top Strap got the flash, you get found like Dory Gotta chase a bag, cause that broke shit bore me Choosin fee the high broke bitch can't afford me Lil nigga, big chop, what the fuck think I'm norbit Letras de cancionesI ain't gettin' in a whip, if it's not tinted Feds trynna build a case I am not with it If the cat gotta fee I will not rent it And stop talkin' out yo mouth I will not listen Real P with the strap Sendin' shells, nigga mac round Talkin' like she ready, then I gotta blow her back out If I go down plead the fifth Then I won't make a sound If I hit it once, she gone wanna go rounds Nah baby can't take no chances No love and no romance My Glock hold 30 no jammin' 1 up top, head shots, no dandruff Fuck the cops trynna shoot a nigga dead Fuck Trump want a nigga in the Feds If I kill a cop I'm a do life Told my lawyer beat the case All he wanted was the bread I'm a young wild nigga, and we young, and we reckless I talk from the heart, so what hidden is a message I don't fuck with ops, buy Glocks for investments To pass to the homies Run up they'll stretch it Don't know what I'm thinkin' cause my mind way different When niggas say my name then the crime way different I've been bust down, iced, in a watch phase different Red bottom walkin' Red high tech sippin Still posted in the hood nigga Still sendin' shots broad day, like it's good nigga Got a down bitch and I'm good Still going through the pain Facin' cooks in the wood nigga Last year it was all a vision nigga Speakin' all G, whole gang get to trippin' nigga Speakin' on shit, cold gang get to trippin' nigga Speakin' on me, family members get to missin' nigga Lightin' shit, like Christmas nigga Slidin' with a chop, same size as a midget nigga Old hoes sour like lemon nigga Main bitch straight What she want she can get it nigga What she want she can get it nigga And my momma straight What she want she can get it nigga If you want you can get it nigga Slidin' down block, sayin' that we gone visit nigga See a op I'm a knock a nigga down Mix carbohydrates with the ounce If I go down plead the fifth Then I won't make a sound If I hit it once, she gone wanna go rounds Nah baby can't take no chances No love and no romance My Glock hold 30 no jammin' 1 up top, head shots, no dandruff Real P with the strap Sendin' shells, nigga mac round Talkin' like she ready, then I gotta blow her back out From Letras Mania