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Uh (DY Krazy) I'm in the A right now I had to get the A vibe real quick, man On foenem, back with D-Weezy, go I was on death row I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge Nigga living like a thug like I'm Pac, though (Thug Life, nigga) I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though (Blaow) When them times got hard, I was sellin' coke (Sellin' coke) Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Uh) Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule (Bitch) Herbo really quiet, I can't lie 'bout my cheddar tho' (Uh) Really was outside on the nine with Berettas, oh No bap, I ain't lyin', I got five on my schedule So if I text "Outside", come outside how I tell her (Bitch) I ain't regular, I knew she was a vibe when I met her I rock thousand dollar sweaters, bitches love me like Coachella Tell her give me some I respect you don't address me like I'm anyone (Swear) Bitch is messy thick, she there, she got her titties done (Titties done) Oh, she a dime in her city, huh? (Huh) She like lemon lime with her Henny, huh? You ain't choosin' niggas, you get diamonds from any em' Letras de canciones'Round the way girl, I can line up with twenty 'em But that ho so fine, it don't make me nothin' Broski tried to smash, she ain't give him nothin' Still gotta slide in my ride with a fifty drum City dumb, I can't have no fun, I got fifty guns (For real), nigga I was on death row I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge Nigga living like a thug like I'm Pac, though I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though When them times got hard, I was sellin' coke (Sellin' coke) Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know (That's what it is) Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Let it blow) Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule All that dumb shit I did really wasn't worth it, though (Huh) Don't define me by my past, ain't nobody perfect, though (Ain't nobody) I wasn't thinking 'bout the consequences, it was workin', though (It was workin') I jump head first in the trap, but I had that bitch twerkin', though (Ayy, ayy) Who you workin' for? (Who you workin' for?) Tell me what you lurkin' for? (Yeah) He just gettin' money, what you gotta murk him for? (Fuck nigga) Seein' niggas fakin', that shit irkin', though (That shit irkin') But I'ma pull up on 'em when it's perfect, though (Shh) I can tell you what I'm worth, or you can search it, though Hands greasy by that chicken like I'm Churches, though (Nigga) City bad but my block was like the worstest, though (Like the worstest) I can't lie I took my Glock inside the church before (No bap) Summertime like the hood havin' curses (Havin' curses) I ain't never lied in my verses (Never) I ain't never lied when I'm merchin' it Couple opps ain't survive out them surgeries, uh I was on death row I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge Nigga living like a thug like I'm Pac, though (I'm Pac, nigga) I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though (For that Glock, nigga) When them times got hard, I was sellin' coke (Uh) Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know (Swear) Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (G Herbo) Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule (Uh) From Letras Mania