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GO Beatz H-D Beats Ah I been through the war, mad pain, not mention' stress Takin' away my taps, I still got a lot on my chest Crash, aimin' for your hat, why you coppin' a vest? I told ****, but, he's shook to finesse 'Nough niggas gon' fail if they get put to the test A youngin talkin' 'bout an opp, he tryna put him to bed I'm always clean, but, when it's time to step, I'm makin' a mess They gave my nigga half a decade for a pick and a text Kurt gave me more weight so I can put it in pebs He just wanna see me shine, it's all love and respect He make sure we got guns that got lots of led And thе funny thing is, he ain't even from thе end (Word) Bitches think I'm weird 'cause we hit and don't chat again My niggas think I'm weird 'cause I don't want rapper friends Me and Keegz used to play with the .9 all night Then come back the next day and babysit the mash again I'm C-L-A-V, I ain't doin' rap battles Might send two disses, nothin' that I can't handle Finesse food, switch sim, to me, that's no hastle Last Stokey i saw gave him more drip then flannels Promoters think they can tell me how much people I come with If I can't bring my whole gang, then, fuck your money Letras de cancionesI'm in Dubai in the big Benz, fuck the Culli' Susie only want's rice, she said, "Fuck the curry" You can say that I just rap, but, minus that, I've still done more than you And, that's no cap, I'm puttin' that on my dead niggas, you should know that Leave his top red, now, he's twinin' with a Coke can I'm lucky there was no cam', I'm so gang I think I should 'low it 'cause I'll ride for you But, would you ride for me? Now, I doubt it The love's still there, just don't wanna be around him I don't do F— So, my runners literally cost me a thousand I'm married to the Queen's head, don't plan on havin' affairs If I say I need teeth, I ain't chattin' veneers How you still on the twos? You been trappin' for years If M got paralyzed, he'll probably trap in a chair Stylin' teachers is childish when I think of it I saw man drivin' 'round in somethin' equivalent to my pinky ring I'm in the club, dimmers tryna bring it in Locked eyes a couple times and that's how I know she's on minglin' I'm gonna miss ****, we were actually bros Broke my heart when I found out it's a statement he wrote Niggas ain't on bangin' out or trappin' hard Why the fuck he outside? You're better off stayin' at home If my nigga gets to jeet, that don't mean he ain't innocent She fell out with her friend, they're both tryna get intimate After my tape, I'ma go for my publishin' And, you'll still see me on my block like some idiot Pros and cons when the droppers start pissin' in my sheets Must be a magic trick, how you fit it in them jeans I don't give a toss, cuttin' through Stoke in a Porsche With a cute one, but, her back bigger than my dreams I was up early mornin', really lickin' all them fiends Been shot at close range, I guess I'm here for a reason The tea that I'm sportin', of course it's in season I don't do dates, I hit girls without treatin' I ain't got that many friends, drivin' coupes are not a problem Crash in and out of jail, each time is not for shottin' Uptown, if Jamies got his rambo knife When we're shoppin', I just hope we don't see no oppers (H-D Beats) In the hoop for five years, I just hope we don't see no coppers Used to eat in a restaurant with a rocket, gang From Letras Mania