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(Helluva made this beat, baby) If it's beef, nigga, shoot somethin' Fresh out the crib, I feel like Baccarat and new hundreds Brick in my hand, I think it's dumb I used to move onions I stand on ten, but my young niggas gon' shoot for me That china white from overseas, I call that Soo-Yung Break the Perky with my teeth, it got my tooth numb We score on opps, we treat the beef just like a hoop run These niggas hoes, they see an opp and they don't do nothin' I fell in love with the streets, I can't move on, we go through hell first If all the lights stop working, I bet my scale work Before you make your first million, you gon' fail first If you ain't tryna havе no boss, nigga, sell work Gave me that papеr, it's gettin' dangerous, every day, y'all gettin' lamer I'm old-school, you can watch me scrape the pot with a hanger Feel like a kid, that's the reason why my Glock got a laser Run up some money, but I swear to God I ran out of favors I done bought so much land, these niggas ran out of acres Make sure the crib ain't have no neighbors, I think I should run for mayor These niggas lost all they drip, guess they ran out of flavor All my brothers goin' crazy, changin' watches on they babies, easy money Been through a lot, but they can't stop us Our beef at the high point, so we Glocked up Letras de cancionesThe flow slimy, we can't let a nigga mop us We ain't even see this comin', it just popped up, yeah I know some niggas mad at me and I'm glad to see I ball like an athlete, I be cashin' P's My bitch chain a half a key, you can't laugh at me Say fuck the OGs and bust down a masterpiece A hundred 'bows of weed, I bet they don't last a week A big load, boy, I bet you don't catch the fee You say he fast, but I bet he ain't faster than these All you can eat and you ain't even try to pass a piece, easy money Gave me that paper, it's gettin' dangerous, every day, y'all gettin' lamer I'm old-school, you can watch me scrape the pot with a hanger Feel like a kid, that's the reason why my Glock got a laser Run up some money, but I swear to God I ran out of favors I done bought so much land, these niggas ran out of acres Make sure the crib ain't have no neighbors, I think I should run for mayor These niggas lost all they drip, guess they ran out of flavor All my brothers goin' crazy, changin' watches on they babies, easy money From Letras Mania