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I'm runnin' to the check like a sport Shorty as thick as a horse I'm servin' that bitch out the Porsche And no, we don't fuck with the narcs Pink stones all in my chain, diamonds, they shine in the dark Real Runtz all in my blunt, yeah, that shit smell like a fart Digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg Sideways off that lean, I don't know which way is up Walk into the pharmacy and tell 'em fill my cup New Maybach, I need me a driver [?] like a virus They cuttin' the check on the [?] Lil shorty, I need me a rider We stashin' them bricks in the safehouse Three hundred, now give me a Wraith now Instagram, I'm flexin' the bankrolls Like the army, I got me a tank Kill that nigga and keep me the [?] [?] All my sins, they don't get erased I knew that I'd make me a way I knew that I'd make me a way I'm whippin' a Lamb, not a Lotus I'm stackin' the money, get focused In New York, I gotta keep me a [?] Letras de canciones'Cause these pussy ass niggas be hating Call my mama and tell her I made it In the middle of the day I get faded Middle of the day, I get faded But I'll never forget 'bout the paper I'll never forget 'bout my guys I'll never forget 'bout my slimes That's why I gotta keep me some fye I'm runnin' to the check like a sport Shorty as thick as a horse I'm servin' that bitch out the Porsche And no, we don't fuck with the narcs Pink stones all in my chain, diamonds, they shine in the dark Real Runtz all in my blunt, yeah, that shit smell like a fart Digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg Sideways off that lean, I don't know which way is up Walk into the pharmacy and tell 'em fill my cup (One time, BADSHIT!) I can't feel my face, I'm off a perky, bitch I'm stuck Cartis on my face and I don't know which way is up And we done post up with them chops, ride with the fye And my nigga had it loaded, you wan' slide, you gon' die Bunch of heavy metal toters, better run, better hide Bet I'll catch yo' ass outside, 556 in when he slide [?] Glocks in the front way, out here spazzin' Bitches out here clappin', I don't know which way is up We done took a couple bitches and you know it's goin' up Ridin' with my choppers and they fully loaded I want all the smoke, [?] steady smokin' I'm runnin' to the check like a sport Shorty as thick as a horse I'm servin' that bitch out the Porsche And no, we don't fuck with the narcs Pink stones all in my chain, diamonds, they shine in the dark Real Runtz all in my blunt, yeah, that shit smell like a fart Digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg, digg Sideways off that lean, I don't know which way is up Walk into the pharmacy and tell 'em fill my cup From Letras Mania