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(Indigo) (Okay, Embasin, whatever) 34 For life, huh, for real Check it out Midnight club with the neon lights Biting my boof with the peons, right Colorblind, don't see stop sign, red light No speed limit, we on flight Every day a little bit, we won't define Not interested, no, I ain't out of that time Kill 'em with kindness, okay, fine Might name my AK A.K. Khan Get out with the cap now, get off with the lying Y'all niggas be silent, still rocking fake diamonds Now get off of me, knocking off your shit Pop it off, boy, get stomped in the pit I'm such a gentleman, treat her politе Give me head first thеn call her a ride Call her my side 'cause she got more ass, then slutted her out at the end of my night Bitch, I'm giant like fee-fi-fo All of my hoes bad, head to toe Keeping that heater, that fire, like a stove I'm finna cop all the baking soda Letras de cancionesUno and Nato came with the odor Smoking on flower, I bust me a Clover Shorty want to fuck, I told her, "Come over" Ain't nothing new, I've been done known it Ain't nothing new, I've been done known it Ain't nothing new, I've been done known it These niggas think they getting that swag, that shit ain't new, we've been up on it We've been up on it Oh, you fucked that bitch? We've done it You just hit that ho? Been done it Niggas always think they want a hand But in the end I'm two steps ahead Lil' bitch, I guess you could say we run it Uh, yeah, bitch, we, uh Guess you could say, lil' bitch, we run it Uh, yeah, bitch, we, uh Guess you could say, lil' bitch, we run it Yeah, we Guess you could say, lil' bitch, we run it Midnight club with the neon lights Biting my boof with the peons, right Colorblind, don't see stop sign, red light No speed limit, we on flight Every day a little bit, we won't define Not interested, no, I ain't out of that time Kill 'em with kindness, okay, fine Might name my AK A.K. Khan Get out with the cap now, get off with the lying Y'all niggas be silent, still rocking fake diamonds Now get off of me, knocking off your shit Pop it off, boy, get stomped in the pit I'm such a gentleman, treat her polite Give me head first then call her a ride Call her my side 'cause she got more ass, then slutted her out at the end of my night (Uno, I killed it) (Let's go, dig?) I'ma pull up in the 'Rari, DeLorean I'ma take her to a trip to euphoria And I know more than your local historian You get what you want, shorty, just stop annoying I had to cut her off, she boring I love the way she talk to foreigners Hollow tips hit him, bullet hole in his coroner Hollow tips hit him, his mom is a mourner Okay, I wake up and count in the morning Okay, I count up so I found reassurance I know that I got a lot of influence Okay, well, why don't we all go to Florence? (Dig) I came from the bottom so you know I ain't going back I've been the realest since I was born Had to go our separate ways, know she torn I'm cutting off all y'all bitches, no warning Noticing it was Act', I'ma sit on her ornament Hot shells through your crib, call it housewarming Had to let 'em go, they ain't doing nothing for me I will never go back and forth with an informant Midnight club with the neon lights Biting my boof with the peons, right Colorblind, don't see stop sign, red light No speed limit, we on flight Every day a little bit, we won't define Not interested, no, I ain't out of that time Kill 'em with kindness, okay, fine Might name my AK A.K. Khan Get out with the cap now, get off with the lying Y'all niggas be silent, still rocking fake diamonds Now get off of me, knocking off your shit Pop it off, boy, get stomped in the pit I'm such a gentleman, treat her polite Give me head first then call her a ride Call her my side 'cause she got more ass then (Indigo) (Okay, Embasin) Huh, hey 34 Yeah, spooky season Keep all the fuck shit to yourself, I seen that shit a mile away Call up the opps, get my K We'll get this shit sold today I'ma catch you down bad, broad day Ain't no acting, no Broadway Posted up with the P's in the trap all day Packer stealer, Green Bay Thirty-five hundred just for jeans, pussy, this ain't no rivalry Fucking that bitch like hobbies be but she still a side to me TTB with loyalty, ain't no switching sides on me Gas on F but we rolling on E Gas tank on F but we rolling on E I be in Georgia with Florida hitters I be in Florida with Georgia hitters If you ain't gang, don't try to get mixed in That's how niggas be getting they wig split Twelve years old, with the older niggas I done seen Dana smoke a nigga Niggas be acting like real school shooters, okay, fuck boy, pull it out and get hit, bitch Stupid lil' boy thinking that we scared, we getting out the whip, we ride on him Shorty keep talking 'bout what that WAP do then I'm diving in Glock 17 with the thirty round sticks, security won't let me in Got you a bag for this very reason, baby girl on my dick Y'all niggas be on the 'Gram all day, commenting under my shit Niggas acting like they critics, don't even get paid dimes for this Uh, yeah, give me my money Uh, baby, give me my bag Uh, yeah, all in your tummy Uh, yeah, the dick do that Up, up and away, I'm finally going I hit the dash into that hoe My wallet a addict, having withdrawals I hit the bank, made some withdrawals Shorty ain't even got panties on I don't even think she even own drawers We don't give no fuck at all We don't give no fuck at all Oh, oh, oh, oh, we don't give no fuck at all Oh, oh, oh, oh, give no fuck at all Hundred thousand hoes to myself, I call my bros for help I get the bag and then cash in the racks, secure that for myself Hope you could hold your own, most niggas can't even get the cards they dealt But I be on my own, last chance of hiding your feelings It's hard enough to control my own, I ain't got time for your feelings Stop letting niggas program your mind, y'all niggas inherit fear You a broke-ass nigga with a broke-ass bitch, get the fuck away sincerely Don't even come near One more step, chop blow 'em out of here Keep all the fuck shit to yourself, I seen that shit a mile away Call up the opps, get my K We'll get this shit sold today I'ma catch you down bad, broad day Ain't no acting, no Broadway Posted up with the P's in the trap all day Packer stealer, Green Bay Thirty-five hundred just for jeans, pussy, this ain't no rivalry Fucking that bitch like hobbies be but she still a side to me TTB with loyalty, ain't no switching sides on me Gas on F but we rolling on E Gas tank on F but we rolling on E From Letras Mania