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Ain't talking no band when I say we marching We got buttons on the back of our Glocks Bitch, we stepping, walking on rocks You can see me shining, my shit from the Box Ain't talking no band when I say we got drums And the sticks and we really walk down on the opps AR, pistols, drums and Glocks If a nigga diss Von, we stretching 'em out In the 'Raq we ran, twelve on cars Flushing on 12, I'm on going to the stars Niggas ain't gang, niggas ain't got heart If a nigga ain't sliding then the nigga ain't a partner Still your squad for my nigga Sheroid I don't see what's coming, I don't merch no car You can kill this chat, you can go that far Big Wraith Wraith, four deep, four rocks We don't squash shit, send that shit up with God Riding with shit that'll go through your car Right in your face, through your vest, through your heart You know we can't lie so they [?] They was hating on Top then boom, took off Send the work, Minnesota, bro banging on the saucе Got a crib for my bitch, for the hoes got a [?] Thesе bitches gon' fuck, just don't front them off I sleep with the racks like I live in the vault Letras de cancionesSpin back twice, red tape, white chalk My main [?], he really don't talk My main [?] white, we tight like rope When they free the main slime, we back selling dope Put the opps in the ground, put the rack in the floor MG white, it look like snow Christian Dior like Pop when it's smoke But I do it for Von, you already know You ain't stating no facts, it's cap, for sure Put his key in his locks, gotta come through the door My shorty hop out, went clapping some more And it happen in the front, ain't gotta backdoor Niggas ain't built like that, 'Wop know Follow these niggas, straight wipping they nose A lot of cap on the 'Gram gon' get a nigga smoked You money look funny, your pockets is a joke Got a bitch in the [?], let me bust in her throat Got a bitch in the New York, she be swipping for coats I bring in the racks and I give it to [?] You know how we rocking, we don't fall out by hoes Got hit in his face, left a hole like a boat Wherever they book us, ain't ducking no shows We [?] each other, together we grow Ain't talking no band when I say we marching We got buttons on the back of our Glocks Bitch, we stepping, walking on rocks You can see me shining, my shit from the Box Ain't talking no band when I say we got drums And the sticks and we really walk down on the opps AR, pistols, drums and Glocks If a nigga diss Von, we stretching 'em out In the 'Raq we ran, twelve on cars Flushing on 12, I'm on going to the stars Niggas ain't gang, niggas ain't got heart If a nigga ain't sliding then the nigga ain't a partner Still your squad for my nigga Sheroid I don't see what's coming, I don't merch no car You can kill this chat, you can go that far Big Wraith Wraith, four deep, four rocks From Letras Mania