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Yeah 808 my crew Swervo (uh, huh) Sizzle told me get in my bag, man Everything new, we finna go get the Lambo truck (Southside) If you a real live gangsta ass nigga, throw your shit up Give a fuck 'bout where you from All them trill niggas with us Everybody got a gun, pussies still will get hit up Plus I'm still with that shit Just be chill tryna fill up Got that 40 riding E all in the field, need a fill up And I'm really chasing mill's Nigga, I'm just being real Everybody running wild now I'm just being still Unless I'm still on the road or I'm still gone off a pill And I don't got a deal I don't have to offer some meals, I'm eating for real Soon as I walk in the building everybody in there could tell I'm eating for real Just by the way that I talk, probably the way that I walk I don't even floss Leave you with some of this sauce Teach you to learn from a loss and look like a boss Everybody won't pay that cost Letras de cancionesThis YSL, not Hugo Boss High as hell, I'm finna cough Folks is coughing up a storm Get that seed, had to swallow We was fools, eating, selling all that food Shout out Ralo Boy, boy don't make the news Front yo move, catch a hollow If them people question me 'bout anything, hell if I know I just had court yesterday, I get depressed whenever I go But I still gotta wake up and get fresh whenever I go I got swag like I'm Capo, I know Everybody think I'm rich now Everybody think I'm a bitch, huh? You don't think I'm still with that shit now You think I'm scared to pull this bitch, huh? You was really barely in that shit, huh? You ain't never have to blow yo stick, huh? You really tryna get to know that bitch, huh? You know she be sniffing coke and shit, huh? On the road and shit, huh? Using most that shit, huh? Always broke and shit, huh? Never post that shit, huh? I'ma die a gangsta And you know that shit, huh? Death before dishonor, nigga And you know that's it, huh? I'm still with that shit, bitch Blick still in my whip, bitch And I'm riding automatic, bitch this ain't no stick shift And you know I switch clips, like I switch whips Bank been seeing me like all week, this my sixth trip I been smoking Posto all day, this my last zip (Posto!) Walking 'round with that Kriss Vector, make his ass flip I ain't want his blood on my hands, so his ass crip Herbo, run along, that's my mans, get ya ass kilt Herbo been alone, where he been? Running up them bands Niggas sleeping 'way all they days, fucking with them xans And I gotta whole lotta grand, but I'm not the man Niggas lose it all for the 'Gram, bet that wasn't the plan And I do it all for the fam, and then for the fans I done been through failure and all, that made me a man I done been through hell with my dawgs and I'll go again And they want more smoke again, we let 'em know again And go to the store again, they just bought four again Won't tote no .44 again I blow an F&N I thought I was flexing and I wrecked up tryna floor the Benz Swervo (Swervo, you know what the fuck is up, 958, bitch) Everybody think I'm rich now Everybody think I'm a bitch, huh? You don't think I'm still with that shit now You think I'm scared to pull this bitch, huh? You was really barely in that shit, huh? You ain't never have to blow yo stick, huh? You really tryna get to know that bitch, huh? You know she be sniffing coke and shit, huh? On the road and shit, huh? Using most that shit, huh? Always broke and shit, huh? Never post that shit, huh? I'ma die a gangsta And you know that shit, huh? Death before dishonor, nigga And you know that's it, huh? From Letras Mania