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(JTK) (MicWill) (AllDay) Uh, damn Tweaking with my blood, we call that suicide We got into it with niggas, been shooting since them shooters died I wear red like I'm Soowoo ravioli, but I'm blue inside We ridin' over thirty in this stoley, baby, you decide Is you down to ride? Up and down the drive Damn, he was pussy, now he tough, he running out of lines Nigga, I called your bluff, you said too much Pop out, it's hammer time Shorty going off that stuff, she tryna fuck, but bitch, you out of line Damn Fitted cap, fuck a snap back, bitch How long your homie been dead? You still ain't clap back Girl, I only just wanted the head, thought we been pass that Smoking dead opps to the head, "lil' bro, pass that" I'm on the opposition's block tryna catch a hashtag Lil' Mama, you official, uh, where you get that ass at? I blew that bitch like a refer' with a whistle, now they mad, mad I never switch but I switched up the Glock, I'm Beezo Mad Max Bitch Letras de cancionesTweaking with my blood, we call that suicide We got into it with niggas, been shooting since them shooters died I wear red like I'm Soowoo ravioli, but I'm blue inside We ridin' over thirty in this stoley, baby, you decide Is you down to ride? Up and down the drive Damn, he was pussy, now he tough, he running out of lines Nigga, I called your bluff, you said too much Pop out, it's hammer time Shorty going off that stuff, she tryna fuck, but bitch, you out of line Damn Bussing off the Perc', I do Percocet's I could show you how a switch work, is you nervous yet? Baby, I like Birkin sex That's when you suck my dick so good, I buy you a Birkin bag But shit ain't free, you gotta work for that In the V.I.P with a thirty mag And a dirty nine in a duffle bag Baby, I tote heat, I don't scuffle now Where the hustlers at? Damn, I told all my gang members, "Hit my other jack" 'Cause I know twelve be on that lame shit and I'm not going back Uh, damn Tweaking with my blood, we call that suicide We got into it with niggas, been shooting since them shooters died I wear red like I'm Soowoo ravioli, but I'm blue inside We ridin' over thirty in this stoley, baby, you decide Is you down to ride? Up and down the drive Damn, he was pussy, now he tough, he running out of lines Nigga, I called your bluff, you said too much Pop out, it's hammer time Shorty going off that stuff, she tryna fuck, but bitch, you out of line Damn Tweaking with my blood, we call that suicide We got into it with niggas, been shooting since them shooters died I wear red like I'm Soowoo ravioli, but I'm blue inside We ridin' over thirty in this stoley, baby, you decide From Letras Mania