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Two of 'em (XO think he all that) Didn't nobody root for me Now they reposting me Bad bitches open the door for me (Chauffer me) Talkin' 'bout a couple hundred thousand dollars I'm cool bruh-bruh, that's too low for me If you fuck with the opps, stop approaching me Big AO-19 gon' go for me Hundred K on my neck and it's soaking me CEO I ain't got no nigga over me Mane, these rap niggas groupies, I'm cool on 'em We catch 'em in public, we move on 'em Money poke out my thigh, leave a bruise on 'em Man, them AR-15's got boobs on em Word in the streets, thеy got money on me But if I want a nigga, I'm comin', homie Mac 90 on mе a hundred, homie And if 12 get on me, I'm punchin' homie I'm shootin' first, it ain't no second guessing Thirty-two shots gone in thirty-two seconds I'm pullin' up if I feel disrespected You stupid as fuck talkin' 'bout snatchin' my necklace Die 'bout my reputation Mane, these nigga keep me in they conversations Letras de cancionesWon't even tell me "Congratulations" I don't fuck with nobody, I'm masturbating They say that got killers, but so what? It's gon' be me or them, I give no fucks I come to your city and go to your hood with fifty Vice Lords and post up Now, this ain't no publicity stunt We pull up and unload sticks out the trunk I can't fuck with niggas for nothing I don't celebrate Black History Month I'm going straight in, like fuck a hook Sweatsuit and some Forces like fuck a look I'm fed for real, free Keon Shout out CMG, I looked up to Jook And I don't need no nigga vouchin' for me If its war then its war, I ain't squashin' nothin' My lil' niggas on go, I ain't stoppin' nothin' Mini Drac' on my hip give me charlie horses I was locked up, they threw shots at me Now I'm free and they wanna send cops at me I'm a Vice Lord with boss status Got 'em up on they feet like a pep rally I was fucked up how they felt 'bout me Kicked me while I was down, I kept at it Now I cop ice like a meth addict Yeah, I'm hard on niggas like step daddies, he my stepson Bread winner don Flip from a zip off a crumb Tommy controlin' the slums Housing authority Pack up and movin' so much 'til we don't even know where we from Broke as a joke We shared each other's hoes We wearin' each other's clothes Stood over stoves, stood over toilets They cut off the water and kick in the door Get on the floor Brought it back out and I ran it back up and I ordered a load Christian Dior, I pre-order my clothes Posted in Florida, I'm still on the go Finesse said that he need to get in my face I put on that water and got on the road Blackballed, backstabbed, fell on my face helpin' niggas, got kicked in my ass People I trusted ran off with money Told my ho fuck her, and got in my bag A lot of these orders, fail to mention They love how I'm rockin', they copy my swag Windshieldin' bricks, redistributin' glass Trapped in the trenches, I'm sellin' Hermes Ancient syringes, we cut on the blender And hit with the fender, I'm still in the trap Big booty bitch, punchin' dick in her back Shit done got lit, I'ma stay on the gas Don't do no arguments, goin' straight in You get outta line, I'ma get on yo' ass Park break, car parked, hmm Yellow tape, chalk marks, hmm Binary issue, regular artillery Hop out with swtiches on top of the trigger How do you cope when you know that you special But everyone 'round you wan' play on your mental? Shit get depressing, you know you a vet' And you don't get no credit but know you official Take all the pain and strain, I remember Days I don't do no complainin', I'm flexin' Take all this this away from me, one in the chamber Bet I still know when I was standin' in the kitchen From Letras Mania