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M1OnTheBeat New Lambo, nizzy Bring the clip back, empty My Rambo went rusty How can that steel be stainless? I drop a four on my Chevy Ice just make a bitch go dizzy These fuckboys chasin' clout How them boys there still not famous? Run man out of their Air Max S do it bareback, we don't use gloves Still puttin' semi's in auto's Only if I squeeze it, I press that clutch My friends got life for a body And they ain't sorry, free up my brothers I bought too much Balmain But feel like I need more colours Step in a yard with Dior runners I just want top, don't need those rubbers I hate when they leave makeup Fix up, but I still let her kiss on me neck Put twenty bags in my mattress Can't let any bitch just sit on this bed That's four-fifty on my tee Just cost me more than a half of B Letras de cancionesMy Rambo went rusty How can that steel be stainless? These fuckboys chasin' clout How them boys there still not famous? Where was they when I was prayin' for parole? Had to file the appeal with papers And the devil tried take away my soul So I step in the field with shavers I ain't signing a deal for change, that's shameless Get it all back from these razors I got all this pain, take gas from my throat How I cope when I fight these demons Lost all my bros for a long time Still don't know when they're gonna see freedom And my heart's scarred, ain't healin' Jakes on my back, like fuck how I'm feelin' Lost love but I never lost hope in dreamin' We was in the streets all evenin' Got a big back ting doin' up Snaps Like, come to the crib, stop teasin' I'm tryna fly out to London Heard the money was abundant Custom Louis V suit You only gon' know if you look at the buttons You niggas users I respect the dealin' nigga, never the customer If it weren't for them, the bag prolly wouldn't got-got I take care of my smugglers If I stack these hunnids, it'll look just like Blue Towers Shoutout to DigDat We don't respond to opps So when niggas die, they wonder who did that Brand new G63, it's complicated Got a dollar on the Benz app Real big nigga, no six pack Just big racks, big guns, no kick back No red beam, red dot on the scope I hit up a bitch from a distance Light skin thot, thick and pretty Fuck her then I forgot she existed Tryna take over the charts It can't be hard, we took over the trenches If you a rook, don't worry 'bout what the king doin' nigga Play your position Big bag, I'ma fuck it up Bad bitch said she gon' fuck it up In the club havin' fun but we'll fuck it up Slap niggas suited out, them niggas cuttin' up They ain't gon' play with us, niggas ain't dumb enough Treadmill talk nigga, watch how I run it up Heard big dawg put you and you fucked it up Heard he ain't kill you, it puzzled us New Lambo, nizzy Bring the clip back, empty I drop a four on my Chevy Ice just make a bitch go dizzy I'm only scared of the one in the mirror Hoes that I cut off, niggas Amiri Real big dawg, no rappin', I'm serious AR go off, look at boy on his period, bow From Letras Mania