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Hold up Wheezy outta here Hold up, hold up, hold up Uh, uh, uh, uh Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch Shut your mouth and drink my kids Freaky lil' ho might drink my piss Wake up, go hit a lick, can't miss Hold up, lil' bitch, I don't want you, lil' bitch I ain't cuffin' no shit, you belong to this dick (Wheezy outta here) Fame got you ridin' a carriage Pull up right now and embarrass you, yeah All of these sticks, I'm a terrorist Your boyfriend a bitch, I'ma scare him, yeah Nut in the ho, end your marriage She for the gang and we sharin' her The stones in my ear are three carats (Gunna) Niggas talk, remind me of a parrot (Carats) I'm in that zone, I put that shit on They try figure out what I'm wearing (Oh) Fly like a drone, go shop at Patrón Hit Barneys right after the Jeffery (Yeah) Addicted to clothes, I dress up at home Letras de cancionesShe give me her dome, YSL on the throne (Yeah, Wheezy outta here) Hold up, woah, hold up (Hold up) Whole lot of cash, we got bricks, bucks You got the back in that Lambo truck Hold up, hold up (Hold up) I went and got in my bag, yup Play with them slimes, we'll smash you (Wheezy outta here) Hold up, hold up, hold up Uh, uh, uh, uh Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch (Yeah) Shut your mouth and drink my kids (Yeah, yeah) Freaky lil' ho might drink my piss (Woo) Wake up, go hit a lick, can't miss (Woo) Hold up, hold up, hold up Uh, uh, uh, uh I caught a body, I killed all the oppies I dress in hibachi, I done robbed my papi I sold him some soap and I told him it's molly Automatic the coupe, automatic the shotty I drip in Off-White, clean up with no spotties I got a Spyder, my idol was Spikey (Wheezy outta here) Fuck with it, whackin', went been caught a body I bury him alive in the back of the Swats Bitches perform in the line, it's a spot Murk him and let him sit down and just rot Shot up his coupe and we shot up the shop I don't care 'bout no court, I don't care 'bout no cops (Wheezy outta here) He dead on the scene, my niggas bang green Commited lil' bitches, they down for the team Racks in, packs in, OMG It's slatt, these niggas know OLP Young nigga came in with a MAC-10 Serve 'em through the back then Yeah, I got the packs in, go get the backend Break the bitch back in I ain't gotta run off, nigga, that was back then Hold up, hold up, hold up Uh, uh, uh, uh Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch Shut your mouth and drink my kids Freaky lil' ho might drink my piss Wake up, go hit a lick, can't miss From Letras Mania