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Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah 5 Yeah 5 (K9) Started goin' hard, I got what it took (No lie) She here for the money and not for the looks (G5) I ain't watchin' the road, I'm watchin' my rear (Alright) I got my gun, I ain't scared of fear (Alright) I don't go for shit, not one of them (Yeah) Roll up some more, I don't smoke stems (Yeah) Steppin', get put on my Timb (Yeah) Got shot with a stick, now he walk with a limp (Haha, yeah) I got me a contract, I'll still go kill (Rrah, no cap) You can leave your phone, we know where they live (Alright) Five-seveN smokе, you know what it is (Alright) These Guccis and Diors, I ride for thе camp (Alright) He spendin' that money, he not for the camp (Alright) You don't like no rapper, I really don't care (Alright) All four pockets, they stop and stare (Alright) If I pull it out, then I pray for your health (Alright) Get away good, gotta lay 'em down (Yeah) They never went for extortion (Never) Letras de cancionesIf she don't fuck, I don't force her (Bitch, never) We capture him, he tortured (He clever) You cross the line, now you lay in a box, we call it border (Why you sleepin'?) And White ain't Mexican, but he good to get 'em cross the border Did a show in the Gucci, I trap in the Forces Neighborhood freak, we call her the Courtney Mama be stressin', I know that she worried (Yeah) Nigga play one, then we gettin' 'em buried Wasn't droppin' no music, think nobody heard me Spin the block and go slide in Suburbans (Glaow) Shoot your house up, we lift up the curtains Know lil' bruh, he a stepper for certain, yeah These niggas bitches, tryna see when they turn gangster (When you do that?) Old boy, I know you, boy, when we was in school, you was not dangerous (We was like, "Who dat?") You better not kiss that bitch, got dick in her mouth, I would not claim her (She still that) Let me go flood my wrist, I bust it down, this ice is stainless Started goin' hard, I got what it took (No lie) She here for the money and not for the looks (G5) I ain't watchin' the road, I'm watchin' my rear (Alright) I got my gun, I ain't scared of fear (Alright) I don't go for shit, not one of them (Yeah) Roll up some more, I don't smoke stems (Yeah) Steppin', get put on my Timb (Yeah) Got shot with a stick, now he walk with a limp (Haha, yeah) I got me a contract, I'll still go kill (Rrah, no cap) You can leave your phone, we know where they live (Alright) Five-seveN smoke, you know what it is (Alright) These Guccis and Diors, I ride for the camp (Alright) He spendin' that money, he not for the camp (Alright) You don't like no rapper, I really don't care (Alright) All four pockets, they stop and stare (Alright) If I pull it out, then I pray for your health (Alright) That 40 smack, I know the sound (Yeah) If he play, we lay him down (Yeah) I tote a handgun and a stick, when we slide, I let off rounds Got dick all in her guts, like bae, don't run, I'll pin you down (Come here, yeah) Can't give my heart to no groupie bitch 'cause most of these hoes clowns (Haha) I drop that addy, they dyin' (Yeah) We spinnin' them K's like kids, we swingin' 'em 'round Spendin' them racks on clothes And for my image, you know I gotta stay up around These niggas hoes, they fold That gangster shit go out the door, we solid the ground This just somethin' I know When them guns, they go, them niggas don't know if they down I don't know these niggas, don't bring me around Clutchin' soon as I walk in the crowd Whack the snitch and get taken to trial (Yeah) Hit the switch and we goin' in wild (Yeah) They don't know how to move, they loud (Yeah) Ain't no talkin', I grin and I smile (Yeah) Fuck an opp, we gon' put him in clouds (Yeah) Ain't up next, bitch, I got now Started goin' hard, I got what it took (No lie) She here for the money and not for the looks (G5) I ain't watchin' the road, I'm watchin' my rear (Alright) I got my gun, I ain't scared of fear (Alright) I don't go for shit, not one of them (Yeah) Roll up some more, I don't smoke stems (Yeah) Steppin', get put on my Timb (Yeah) Got shot with a stick, now he walk with a limp (Haha, yeah) I got me a contract, I'll still go kill (Rrah, no cap) You can leave your phone, we know where they live (Alright) Five-seveN smoke, you know what it is (Alright) These Guccis and Diors, I ride for the camp (Alright) He spendin' that money, he not for the camp (Alright) You don't like no rapper, I really don't care (Alright) All four pockets, they stop and stare (Alright) If I pull it out, then I pray for your health (Alright) From Letras Mania