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XDs, Glocks, and Rugers Clips like rulers, fuck my tutors Fucked 'round Crip and found his Hoover Scoot up, shoot him like some hoopers Walker, hitech, reds, and MGP, we mixin' juices When the opps see me, they're scared They tryna plea and cop in deuces Exotic tree, Obama runs, my traphouse on Rasputia Been servin' fiends and pushin' Ps Like Gunna, Young Thug, and Future Got thot [?], suckin' that D She poppin' that P and slangin' coochie On Molly, Percs, she sloppy slurp Good group, but she a groupie You a lame, can't hang, better tuck your chain He don't claim no game, he a neutral I'ma aim at your brain, tryna out two stains Gonna smoke that boy likе a doobie Shoot clips like Spike Lee moviеs Stay with the clips like Pusha T Draco chopper hit a opper, now his partner's pushin' tees Get jacked like Jill, Maxo feelin' lit Twenty FNs on me Stashin' doja in a motor, a Toyota's pushin' ki's Letras de canciones This lil' bitch, she bad but broke, I fuck her, now she useless I can take a clean cream, watch me chop and screw it Face mobs swingin' slabs, I am not from Houston Bitches twerkin', money flyin', 'til they stop the music Yeah, rich persona Niggas prima donnas That glizzy like the night light, I can't sleep without it Trappin' like it's fight night, watch me beat the block I pray that you not kissin' her, 'cause she was eatin' cock Peep the watch, see the bezel, got more Prada than the devil She said that I ain't shit, well all dogs go to heaven Lately I been busy, I got AMs in the schedule Welcome to the mob, I pay your bails if you just catch me Walker, hitech, reds, and MGP, we mixin' juices When the opps see me, they're scared They tryna plea and cop in deuces Exotic tree, Obama runs, my traphouse on Rasputia Been servin' fiends and pushin' Ps Like Gunna, Young Thug, and Future Got thot [?], suckin' that D She poppin' that P and slangin' coochie On Molly, Percs, she sloppy slurp Good group, but she a groupie You a lame, can't hang, better tuck your chain He don't claim no game, he a neutral I'ma aim at your brain, tryna out two stains Gonna smoke that boy like a doobie Sip a whole lotta red like Playboi Carti I hop out the vert with the uzi I'ma up that pole like a stripper hoe Then wipe a nigga down like Boosie Cops tryna come, Maxo don't run, I'ma hide this dump in her coochie Search the car, no gun, no drugs But it smell like runts and pussy K roll a pint, I'ma cut it like a free agent Roll a opp up like some za, smoke him, get him cremated Run out from work, your mom get merked Don't play me like no goofy Finessed the jerk, he wanted perks, he really bought some roofies Put a bag on your bro, they'll tag your toe With a shitbag full of dookie Do pick-ups in that Lam truck, do drive-bys in that hooptie Reup then take a Bentley Cocaine pill just like Madonna I keep dog food like a Frenchie, cut with Fenty like Rihanna Balenciaga, don dada, Mad Max, a shotter They know we killed their partner but the opps scared to try us We got XDs, Glocks, and Rugers Clips like rulers, fuck my tutors Fucked 'round Crip and found his Hoover Scoot up, shoot him like some hoopers Walker, hitech, reds, and MGP, we mixin' juices When the opps see me, they're scared They tryna plea and cop in deuces Exotic tree, Obama runs, my traphouse on Rasputia Been servin' fiends and pushin' Ps Like Gunna, Young Thug, and Future Got thot [?], suckin' that D She poppin' that P and slangin' coochie On Molly, Percs, she sloppy slurp Good group, but she a groupie You a lame, can't hang, better tuck your chain He don't claim no game, he a neutral I'ma aim at your brain, tryna out two stains Gonna smoke that boy like a doobie Shoot clips like Spike Lee movies Stay with the clips like Pusha T Draco chopper hit a opper, now his partner's pushin' tees Get jacked like Jill, Maxo feelin' lit Twenty FNs on me Stashin' doja in a motor, a Toyota's pushin' ki's From Letras Mania