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(Banger, banger, banger) (Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one) Yeah (DJ on the beat so it’s a banger) Uh Foreigns, they come back to back like, "Eazzyy, how can you handle that?" I made the best of my habitat and them bitch niggas still hating I put VVs all in my bracelet I got Benji all in my faces (Nigga) Groupie bitches be fuckin' with me, they kinda testing my patience Know we push the Scat or we Wraith'in No, we do not ride nothing basic (At all) Know that these bitches be foul and so flagrant (Flagrant) No, I don’t do none of thе dating I'd rather be posted right up with my niggas That SIG in my hand, if hе runnin', I'm chasing (Brra) Run to the bag, gotta chase it (Gone) Or you gon' be broke, gotta face it (Gone) Some of my niggas went federal (Federal) Free all the kings, yeah, that's first on the schedule Rapping got me on the pedestal You can't come near me, you don't got a check or two I fell in love with them bowls ’cause they mailable Made me a Saudi off shipping ’em vegetables (Saudi) Letras de cancionesThis shit is medical Police they come to the back of the vino, we fold, it's incredible Doubled my salary, give me another deposit We know that Eazzyy deserve it, I’m honest Walk in the store, if I want it, I cop it He was a rat in the picture, I cropped it (Rat) Niggas they don't wanna go be into it 'cause they know that Eazzyy the smartest Don't got to post on the ’Gram, I'm not giving know media, you better know you a target Foreigns, they come back to back like, "Eazzyy, how can you handle that?" I made the best of my habitat and them bitch niggas still hating I put VVs all in my bracelet I got Benji all in my faces (Nigga) Groupie bitches be fuckin' with me, they kinda testing my patience Know we push the Scat or we Wraith'in No, we do not ride nothing basic (At all) Know that these bitches be foul and so flagrant (Flagrant) No, I don't do none of the dating I'd rather be posted right up with my niggas That SIG in my hand, if he runnin', I'm chasing (Brra) Run to the bag, gotta chase it (Gone) Or you gon' be broke, gotta face it (Gone) Out in Miami gettin' top in the water Who do you know going farther? Smoking on gas in a charter Boy, you a lame and know nothing so why would even bother? We get money, huh? (Huh) Ain't no runnin', nah Chopper make him double-dutch Thirties, we be talkin', huh? Oh, that's your bitch? She fuckin', huh? (She fuckin', huh?) Gang be runnin' her (We runnin' her) We don't knuckle up You tweakin', G4 switch, he might just fuck him up (He done) We brought our sticks up inside of the party He twistin' 'em up and it's luggage Straight off the demon, be buggin' If he wanna do it, we spinnin' around it so fuck it Foreigns, they come back to back like, "Eazzyy, how can you handle that?" I made the best of my habitat and them bitch niggas still hating I put VVs all in my bracelet I got Benji all in my faces (Nigga) Groupie bitches be fuckin' with me, they kinda testing my patience Know we push the Scat or we Wraith'in No, we do not ride nothing basic (At all) Know that these bitches be foul and so flagrant (Flagrant) No, I don't do none of the dating I'd rather be posted right up with my niggas That SIG in my hand, if he runnin', I'm chasing (Brra) Run to the bag, gotta chase it (Gone) Or you gon' be broke, gotta face it (Gotta face it) Dummy Run to the bag, gotta chase it Or you gon' be broke, gotta face it Go From Letras Mania