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(Ayy, who made it? Millan made it) Drug paraphernalia under my nails, I make sells, I do drugs I might send some of these slugs in your mail Chinchilla fur on my new rug, can't you tell? I smoke OG, cookie by the bud, blood, can't you smell what I'm-? Sitting here rolling up these dead oppositions How you couldn't tell it was a dead mission? Tweaking with my lil' hitter My shorty said, "Gang, I'm ready, just got through blicking", I fuck around, hit 'em I said, "Go spin that bitch again, make sure his ass all hit up" All on the 'Gram talking about come get up, with him, that's why that nigga a lemon, he a vegetable I just put a few drills on my schedule When I step out in that field, I get medical I mean surgical What's the word? I got birds in my furniture Baby, don't hit the curb, no alerting 'em (Grrt, baow, baow) Hop out, we burning 'em (Baow, baow, baow, baow) Drug paraphernalia under my nails, I make sells, I do drugs I might send some of these slugs in your mail Chinchilla fur on my new rug, can't you tell? I smoke OG, cookie by the bud, blood, can't you smell what I'm-? Sitting here rolling up these dead oppositions How you couldn't tell it was a dead mission? Tweaking with my lil' hitter My shorty said, "Gang, I'm ready, just got through blicking", I fuck around, hit 'em Letras de cancionesI said, "Go spin that bitch again, make sure his ass all hit up" All in the corner, clutchin' a .50, make sure a nigga torso burn, we medical Drop the low, we kick his shit in like lil' folks 'n them wrestlers I put my bitch on a pedestal I put them bricks and them hits on my schedule Let's hit a lick on that medicine, but you gotta keep that on the hush I keep a Glock with a shh She said she fell in love with my touch No stick-shift and the whip still clutch Big backwoods, what the fuck is a Dutch? I can't see us together without my binoculars, that ain't the only thing stoppin' us You don't know how to be patient and popular Lil' E spin the block, one more gain and we poppin' 'em Hop in them whip and go mission impossible You gotta keep that on the hush Straight backwoods, what the fuck is a Dutch? And the zaza good but ain't fucking with us Oh, we fucking him up Got a whole lotta guns on this Mercedes bus, get snuck in the club Is we fucking or what? Told her I ain't got time to be caking, she keep tryna butter me up You would think I'm Jamaican the way I keep taking these dead niggas straight to the face, on what? I'm getting payed, still ducking the jakes, on what? I blew brains, I'm the rate for the day, on what? Bitch (On fonem grave, I don't bleed that risk, niggas talk shit, get hit in his hmm, uh, don't live too comfortably) Drug paraphernalia under my nails, I make sells, I do drugs I might send some of these slugs in your mail Chinchilla fur on my new rug, can't you tell? I smoke OG, cookie by the bud, blood, can't you smell what I'm-? Sitting here rolling up these dead oppositions How you couldn't tell it was a dead mission? Tweaking with my lil' hitter My shorty said, "Gang, I'm ready, just got through blicking", I fuck around, hit 'em I said, "Go spin that bitch again, make sure his ass all hit up" From Letras Mania