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What's brackin bitch not a thang And I got gas for sale it's that pure octane Aâ€…brokeâ€…bitch sniffing cocaine Uhâ€…the main bitch that'll speak onâ€…my name Since I came in, I been blangin' It's still same shit Just now I got 3 chains swangin' Y'all treat me like I'm famous I don't say shit I just keep a pistol with like 8 clips Fuck a A List, I'm tryna make a playlist Get a home that's spacious and never make a payment And I could a fuck about my ex back then I wasn't shit And guess what I still ain't shit, bitch And I'm still staying dangerous Maintaining, mackin' and hangin' High St 45, what I'm bangin' This didn't happen over night, that's why I'm gracious, ooh I'ma Maxwell kid nigga Shopping at max fields nigga, uh Was in the alleyway with it outside doing digits and I clapped at bitch niggas Yeah my diamonds big dancing They throw shade my way but it's cap shit Everything that say is all past tense I lived past it, yeah bitch be more elaborate No you ain't active, uh-uh Letras de cancionesYou just pop off the lips and that'll get yo ass smacked quick, uh I'm relaxin, uh, big maxin, uh And I talk my shit cause I can back it, uh That's facts bitch, understand bitch That it ain't another bitch that can match it Hell yeah I'm ecstatic I made my way from pallets on a floor to a mansion Bitch you on always on sad shit You doing bad bitch I'm courtside, warriors Mavericks I drop the top when I need more expansion On a vacation on a island to the Hamptons And I be chillin', I be kickin' shit Me and my old friends hatching out our differences My nigga on some real nigga shit I still drink champagne with my chicken strips, ooh I'm a self made nigga I did everything that I done campaigned nigga Shine so bright that you just can't shade nigga I'm Teflon Don that you just can't hate nigga But I still wish a bitch would hoe You getting pressed and getting push on I'm at the crib getting good dome While my main callin' me and I'm like "Fuck, shit, which phone?" To go against me, you need a wishbone But yo wish won't get granted bitch shit, no I ain't the type you could shit on 'Cause if you try that shit, you know which way this shit could go, ooh From Letras Mania