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(Nile, I hear you) (Damn, Kai, you goin' krazy) G way G way, I like to flex with [?] If we run out of gas, go electric mode [?] No trouble with hits, they remixed the bowl Tryna nut on her face, I won't miss your nose She want [?] I ain't kissing a ho Whole team balling, we gon' just pick and roll And we carrying the guns and I missed the show Fuck these [?] we stand on Your brother look bad, put your mans on A wide body, she got a tan on Fuck the boots, I slid with my pans on What the hell I look like doing a diss song? I'm tryna make it, don't miss 'em (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew) I'm tryna make it, don't miss 'еm Said trapping is dead, bring bags to the funeral I don't еven [?] don't care 'bout no rumors [?] as long as you shooting I just want the bread, you can keep the communion I'm with [?] in the 'Vette [?] Letras de cancionesMy hood on my [?] I watched some niggas go to jail and they turning snakes [?] you tell me which way I got some homies in jail We sharpen our knives, that turn to a blick I'm going up elevators, jumped off and went to the stairs, I thought about Meech A lot of these niggas, they hoes and bitches, so we on they wigs like [?] [?] hot Cheetoh, granny used to beat my ass [?] Your nigga rat and I don't need to talk about it That boy got caught and agreed to talk about it Pistol, no, I cannot leave the house without it [?] my shirt and my jeans is Off-White I got some [?] If you need it to be cleaned, do your chores I watched niggas go marry the game They threw they controllers when they got divorced Bought a Cartier ring, I can't get divorced Fell in love with Dior, would've thought I'm endorsed All that dirty money, I'm not tryna do chores Shop when I land, show the mall no remorse Fly guy with bands, I could fuck any whore Get sloppy top then don't want her no more Fuck all the opps, let's go take 'em to war Running with sticks, that bitch came with a sword The game feeling strange, lames in it for fame They going insane for a lil' piece of change I got that bitch brain but didn't get her name I kicked that bitch out, you made her your main I figured it out, we just not the same Used to be broke, look what I became I could buy a car with each of my chains Icy lil' nigga, gotta keep my flame Bustdown Thotiana, no, I don't do plain Picture perfect, I ain't even need a frame When I was broke, I was the only nigga I could blame Now I'm balling hard throwings [?] in the paint All these blue hundred make a broke ho faint Pull up back-to-back coupe, me and gang switching lanes Put the law on a chase, so much guns to explain Get an opp out the way, all my shooters got aim G way, I like to flex with [?] If we run out of gas, go electric mode [?] No trouble with hits, they remixed the bowl Tryna nut on her face, I won't miss your nose She want [?] I ain't kissing a ho Whole team [?] gon' pick and roll And we carrying the guns and I missed the show Fuck these [?] we stand on Your brother look bad, put your mans on A wide body, she got a tan on Fuck the boots, I slid with my pans on What the hell I look like doing a diss song? I'm tryna make it, don't miss 'em (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew) I'm tryna make it, don't miss 'em From Letras Mania