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Mmm, yo yo, ay, yuh Yuh yuh yuh Ay, yo yo Yuh yuh, oh yeah yeah, yuh yuh Ay, yuh Aimin' right at his top, pop his melon He a op, he a enemy, get him Put on horns if you want see the devil He get hot, I'ma pop out this bezzle I'm poppin' bands like this cold, bitch, no kettle Kick to get salad, but this shit ain't metal Slump like snake, we gon wack you a rattle I might just attack you and keep it high 'fessional I told you I ain't lackin', I told you I'm savage FN and hollow tips aim at apartments I got that Nike check, lil' bitch, I'm joggin' Tell the lil' butthole, like please, get off me Remix that drink, get it out in the morning Sippin' on so much, the sip that I'm coughin' I'm a wifi so them bullets connect Diamonds dripping, put a house on my neck Walk with two choppers, or I walk with a TEC Little bitch, all I want is the sex Good brain like she passin' a test Letras de cancionesThis ain't Nike but I stay with a check 5 bands and that's just for some Gucci We're shooting ops, highlight reel it's a movie Bad bitch, ain't notice she boujie She suck me up, eat the dick like a smoothie Ay, she suck me up, eat the dick like a smoothie Rap shit don't work, I'm back out stick it moving Keep two hammers, Bob the Builder, I'm toolin' Tell me, lil nigga, who is you fooling? Uh, who is you foolin'? Tell me who next? The bullets they big Big as baguettes She give me top, chop off the neck I wanna rock, might go jet flex I ain't mad 'cause the way that I flex So much ice, frostbite on my neck So much ice you might slip when I walk in Chest shots, woulda thought he was coughin' Bullets ripping through his chest just like he hopin' Bitch, gimme head, I don't wanna hear talkin' Ball on niggas, I ain't talking 'bout sportin' From Letras Mania