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Hoes that fold on me A lot of bros that's told on me I guess their true colors showed on me It's the life I chose homie Still walking 'round like a lick, still hundred thousand my wrist Still putting on my shit, still having hoes in the six Still having hoes that wasn't shit, still ridin' 'round with the stick Still ridin' 'round with the zip, still ridin' 'round with the fifth Still ridin' 'round with the killers, still in the trap Still in the hood where it's good, still tryna stuff a backwood Still out up to no good, still had to do what I could Still gon' drop my drip, still gon' pop my trip Still gon' keep shit real, still gon' pop my seal I walk around in Buscemi, still got it locked in these streets My daddy forgot I was breathing, still learned a lot from the streets We had to trap, had to scheme, get that shit by any means I'm having pointers on me, still make this shit winter and spring Pull up in something, all these hoes fiend Diamonds on me antifreeze, yeah, I might pipe up on the scene, yeah She pull up in that new demon, her attitude mean, yeah Had to turn nothing to something, the fuck do you mean, yeah Niggas putting but they ain't doing shit Fuck you putting on for if you ain't have shit? I just want the wealth, nigga did it by myself Letras de cancionesCan't no fuck nigga ever say they gave me shit Only the real relate, I'm tryna fill my plate Living every day like the sweepstakes, kinda like killing shit every day Still walking 'round like a lick, still hundred thousand my wrist Still putting on my shit, still having hoes in the six Still having hoes that wasn't shit, still ridin' 'round with the stick Still ridin' 'round with the zip, still ridin' 'round with the fifth Still ridin' 'round with the killers, still in the trap Still in the hood where it's good, still tryna stuff a backwood Still out up to no good, still had to do what I could Still gon' drop my drip, still gon' pop my trip Still gon' keep shit real, still gon' pop my seal Just take a deuce and pour a four like Kobe I got the juice and now they act like they know me Had to run up them bands all on my motherfuckin' lonely Fuck what you sayin', you gotta motherfuckin' show me like You deserve it Treat the booth like the trap motherfucker, yeah I'm still serving Thirsty hoes, yeah I'm just curving Real fuck fake, this shit in you not on you Pull up in something fast, fuck a lease, I'm the owner like Beast mode, niggas know I go and divide my opponent Still tryna get it 'cause I motherfuckin' want it And I'm still out here trending while they motherfuckin' cloning like Loyalty mean a lot to me And these hoes, they still jocking me I got bread so they flock to me I might push up on her properly Push up, push up Still walking 'round like a lick, still hundred thousand my wrist Still putting on my shit, still having hoes in the six Still having hoes that wasn't shit, still ridin' 'round with the stick Still ridin' 'round with the zip, still ridin' 'round with the fifth Still ridin' 'round with the killers, still in the trap Still in the hood where it's good, still tryna stuff a backwood Still out up to no good, still had to do what I could Still gon' drop my drip, still gon' pop my trip Still gon' keep shit real, still gon' pop my seal From Letras Mania