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Grrah, grrah-grrah Yo Nonzo, turn this up Get money Bizzy Uh, grrah Grrah-grrah, boom Keepin' that Uh They know I don't smoke, but if an opp die (Grrah) I'm rollin' niggas just for fun (Grrah-grrah) If you mentionin' Drizzy, walk wit' your gun (Facts) If you don't, that just mean you dumb (Stupid) Gotta be on point on my sides, if you don't take a charge you can't be in my ride (My ride) And if you think I'm playin', nigga, look in my eyes (My eyes) Ain't pop in a minute, this shit got me fried (Facts) If I shine, you shine, nigga we shine (We shine) She callin' my phone, but I'm hittin' decline (Decline) She told me that she done, I sent her the peace sign And if a bitch friendly, then she can't be mine (At all) Wait, who playin' the opps in this shit? How you ain't know we was beefin'? (What?) We droppin' they shit (Like) If they drive through the hood, then I'm flockin' the whip (Grrah) If they throw a party, we stoppin' the shit (Grrah-grrah) I got a bad lil' thorough bitch, light skin yellow bitch (Yellow bitch) With or without me, she good like Melo, bitch (Melo, bitch) Letras de cancionesYou ain't got no bodies, but your name is still celibate (Celibate) Why you on the block all day? You ain't sellin' shit (You ain't sellin' nun) Up in Bel-Air, rockin' Hellstar COVID-19, I don't dap, I give head nods (Head nods, like) I know one bitch that suck dick for some AirPods (Haha) Prolly think I'm cappin', I'm not I'll bring her to the block, she bad wit' no bready, that bitch cute and popped She wanna drink and scream all day, she a thot (Thot) I don't know 'bout y'all, but I got it on lock Every time that I drop, got the haters on hots (Hots) If a nigga move Wock, all you hear is a- (Grrah) Put that boy in the sky, said you think he a- (Star) Nigga wanna be famous, we could make him a- (Pah) (Grrah, grrah, grrah) Like, look I'm a demon, I ain't gotta explain (Facts) Can't a nigga talk bad 'bout my name, I put on for myself Nigga, fuck is a gang? (Gang) What you got in your stash, prolly put on my chain (Stupid) Just 'cause you got bread, don't mean you ain't lame L's become normal, nigga, charged to the game First time in the booth, I just started spittin' flame Ever since I got lit, they just want me to change But I'm still in the streets, niggas know it's real when it's beef (Real when it's beef) So you niggas better chill on the beats Don't be mad when the feds go sweep (Sweep) They be tryna say music be the reason he deceased ('ceased) But don't think that it's sweet Niggas still hoppin' out the Jeeps (Ha, grrah) So you better move wit' a technique (Grrah-grrah), just in case niggas creep You know these niggas playin' for keeps, I know lil' niggas spinnin' for weeks (Like) From Letras Mania