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Akachi, he on the beat, it's a murder Ughhhhh Hop in this bitch, like "Fuck it" Bro keep a pistol, buckin' If he a snitch, can't trust 'em, yeah, woah He talkin' smoke, we body I'm finna need my shotty Big 33, like Scotty Fuck is you tellin' me, ho'? I can't be friends with you, ho' My shoes is Prada and niggas ain't seen these before They ain't got these in the store I gotta leave cause I left the stove on at the crib She call my phone for some dick I had to- I had to, I had to fuck cause she thick I had to fuck cause she bad It's 2020 but nigga I've been in my bag Look at these fuck niggas mad Niggas be hatin' but I just be gettin' the bread Reach then fuck nigga dead Your shorty text me but I'm finna leave her on read Sike nah, I'm kiddin', I might fuck around, get some head, ayy I fuck around, fuck your shorty with friends in the bed, ayy, look Letras de cancionesThat bitch a freak, uh, that bitch gon' eat, yeah, uh Suck on my meat, uh, bitch gon' creep, uh , yeah, uh We from the street, uh, we from the block, yeah, uh I made her suck, uh, she gave me top, uh, yeah, uh I hopped in this bitch, like "Fuck it" Bro keep a pistol, buckin' If he a snitch, can't trust 'em, ayy, yeah He talkin' smoke, we 'bout it I'm finna need my shotty Bape 33, like Scotty Fuck is you tellin' me, ho'? I can't be friends with you, ho' My shoes is Prada and these niggas "seen 'em before" They ain't go these in the store I gotta leave cause I left the stove on at the crib She call my phone for some dick I had to- I had to, I had to fuck cause she thick I had to fuck cause she bad I had to- I had to Yeah, wicked wild west Niggas be stressed, ayy Aim at yo' neck You think I give fuck 'bout yo' vests? Pussy, yeah From Letras Mania