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(Luca on the track) (Traphouse Mob) And shit get crazy when you come outside, you might need a vest, hey We aim at ya chest, hey Boy, this not a test, hey Ooh, this not [?], hey Ayy, ayy I figured how to get it, no fumble, I love to finesse, hey And shit get crazy when you come outside, boy, you might need a vest, hey When people around was hangin', I knew all that shit was a test, ayy And you know I'm an alien, I came out the rocket ship, why would I flex? Ayy How could I not? (How could I not?) When I pull out the big body Benz and the choppa to blow out the block And she said that she had a boyfriend, but that stopped since she act like a thot She said, "We gon' get caught" I said, "Fuck it, why not?" Holy shit, bad bitches here Ass shakin', hey, do it, let me see Mad liquor, sippin' Hennessy Bad bitches, they wanna be with me I'm worth [?], ain't know she a goddess Thank God I'm on, we came up and grinded It's fuck the competitors, nigga, I promsie If you is a pussy, I gotta be honest Don't fuck with rats and you lookin' like Sonic, you dig? Ain't talkin' hats, but we aim at your lid I'm in the mall with the bands on my wrist She off the Molly, she all on my dick From Letras Mania