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Aight, talk your shit Yo, it's your fucking boy Sturdy Mr. Motherfucking 30 You fucking the streets up (Haha, yeah) Fucking niggas' bitches Fucking niggas' wives (Hahaha) Yo, listen man, we ain't fucking around man We taking this shit, man, to a whole 'nother fucking level ma We fucking coming with the same fucking energy man All you lame ass niggas and lame ass bitches better tune the fuck in tonight (Hahahaha, no cap) We fucking taking over the world Look, off the wake up, gotta kiss my bitch (Facts) Then I take a piss 'Fore I leave the house, gotta grab the blick Call up Sturdy 30, tell him that it's lit Wanna live his life, gotta take a risk All the stupid shit I did as a kid Takin' niggas' phonеs, robbin' niggas' kicks The ones who survived know I don't miss Bando, I'm two for two from thе three Caught a leg shot 'cause that boy speed Nigga got me booked talking to the dees Moving P's and Q's moving on my Q's and P's How you gon' rap with a nigga like me? Letras de cancionesHow you gon' cap to a nigga like me? Bitch I'm really outside with the killers and the thieves We really in the jungle, niggas throwing up B's Late night in the summer we was throwing at the three Niggas know where I be Niggas always wanna talk, but they don't want beef (What?) Where you at? We could meet You know I don't kickbox (I don't kickbox) Luv got a .30, got a 16, so really that's 46 shots You know we making shit hot Put a drum on a drum like we changing hip-hop Bail out gang like we play with big knots Brody get slimey like he a big snot Before we go spin, let's make a pit stop They tried to tell a nigga change his flow (What?) But nigga I made this shit, like Boy I get paid for this shit Boy I got fame for this shit, uh Spittin' that dangerous shit (Like) 'Cause we really out flamin' and shit Tell them niggas don't play in this bitch (At all) Hundred shots, no aiming and shit We made a name for this shit I put the gang in this shit You know what we claiming and shit And I got the chain on my wrist I got your bitch in the whip Just off the brain, she a ten She moan my name when I'm in They like, "Yo Skizzy, you always on some treesh shit" Nah, I'm where the breesh is Boy think it's sweet, send rounds like it's Reeses Hollows hit his heart, spread around in pieces Talkin' like you God, send you up to Jesus Put that on my nieces, mm (What?) (Legs real gave my niggas creases) Look, off the wake up, gotta kiss my bitch (Facts) Then I take a piss 'Fore I leave the house, gotta grab the blick Call up Sturdy 30, tell him that it's lit Wanna live his life, gotta take a risk All the stupid shit I did as a kid Takin' niggas' phones, robbin' niggas' kicks The ones who survived know I don't miss 'Cause that boy speed On my Q's and P's, like From Letras Mania