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(Ayo, Carter, you goin' crazy) Had to show I still can go toe-to-toe on 'em Yeah, yeah Hit the gas and it go fast Make advance by movin' past Keep these snakes lined up for rats Take his soul, ain't comin' back Fuck a bitch, we still get racks Slime 'em out and make a plan We too deep up in this car Act up, strappin' on this mask Lot of niggas fake pop, they playin' Made a bond with a lot of steppers, they stayin' Them boys got the guns and them choppers and ran These niggas made fake pipe a trend, yeah Ain't fuck a bitch unless she lookin' like a ten, yeah Thеy made it rich, but I can bring a couple tens out Stuck insidе my ways and I won't change on 'em Bitch won't let me fuck, you know I ain't trippin', I put the gang on her I speak real rap, don't talk that bullshit, that's the same on me Cuban vibe, love the way she ride, she got my name on her Yeah, I keep some motion, but I'm smart, I keep my distance on 'em Ain't with that bullshit, if he gon' play, we puttin' them glizzies on him Survived through hard times, I'm still tryin', but I stack this money Letras de cancionesPray when it's my time, stay on my grind, and I can't let up on 'em Mama had long talks and conversations 'bout who I came to be I was trained to never leave your niggas, they ain't the same as me My cousin seen his first niggas get popped and I can't blame, it's me Might jump inside the crowds, know I'm too lit, these bitches came for me Hit the gas and it go fast Make advance by movin' past Keep these snakes lined up for rats Take his soul, ain't comin' back Fuck a bitch, we still get racks Slime 'em out and make a plan We too deep up in this car Act up, strappin' on this mask Lot of niggas fake pop, they playin' Made a bond with a lot of steppers, they stayin' Them boys got the guns and them choppers and ran These niggas made fake pipe a trend, yeah Ain't fuck a bitch unless she lookin' like a ten, yeah They made it rich, but I can bring a couple tens out A lot of niggas bitches, can't say that on wax Cut that bummy shit out in his tracks and got right to them racks I ain't gotta talk about no gangster shit, I'm up, just check the stats Beef with us, these niggas won't make no money, we gon' wet your trap I been takin' time with my career, I got the patience now Got the show, can't let up the press, it ain't no waitin' now Gotta chase that bag, get off my ass, and I couldn't wait around We gon' get on his ass, these bullets fast when we go chase him down Yeah, keep my cool and never panic When shit got bad, you know they stranded Take off quick, these niggas playin' I put rocks on side my hand I was deep down at the bottom, they ain't wanna see me win Lot of niggas talk, but they respect it, they don't wanna see it end Hit the gas and it go fast Make advance by movin' past Keep these snakes lined up for rats Take his soul, ain't comin' back Fuck a bitch, we still get racks Slime 'em out and make a plan We too deep up in this car Act up, strappin' on this mask Lot of niggas fake pop, they playin' Made a bond with a lot of steppers, they stayin' Them boys got the guns and them choppers and ran These niggas made fake pipe a trend, yeah Ain't fuck a bitch unless she lookin' like a ten, yeah They made it rich, but I can bring a couple tens out From Letras Mania