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Choppa get to speedin' new cellphone dead Choppa get to speedin' and hit your forehead Redhead textin' but I left her on read Cross Promethezine percs, I got my own meds The nigga's goin' die the way he made his own bed 911 Porsh Turbo, I'm goin' fed I'm countin' blue bommas, yeah bitch gon' sad Callin' up, pullin' up like a white sled Young black nigga rich, I'm not a white man My watch dacin' lookin' like a high man We ridin' 'round with macs, we don't do no typin' And I'm quick to shoot you, I won't do no fightin' Shootin' for yo head, ain't no survivin' Perc got me feelin' like I'm off a viking Diamonds lookin' like I been struck by a ligthing I just fall off jetskiing when I'm about to trap again Bitch said I broke her heart, said she finna cry again And I'm gettin' high again Car so loud, fireman Tryna kick me out my higher man Lil pro types we ain't fightin' around Choppa get to speedin' new cellphone dead Choppa get to speedin' and hit your forehead Redhead textin' but I left her on read Letras de cancionesCross Promethezine percs, I got my own meds The nigga's goin' die the way he made his own bed 911 Porsh Turbo, I'm goin' fed I'm countin' blue bommas, yeah bitch gon' sad Callin' up, pullin' up like a white sled From Letras Mania