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D-D-DJ FMCT I'm just glad I'm still alive, 'cause you don't make it out that mud I went to high school and the hunters, I had to risk it on the bus Tried to take a case as juvenile, they ain't charge me as an adult Havin' raw sex with a hood bitch, you be dischargin' for sure You start to Google shit and search the pics and hope ain't nothin' wrong I had to get checks done made, I ain't have a job to get a loan My lil' daughter doin' them hip pics, she be actin' like she grown He ain't' fake, tryna get that time back, he ain't worried 'bout no phone I ain't worried 'bout nobody, that money come, oh-oh I'ma tell him "No", if ain't five-hundred a show All the killers they listen to me, they come to all of my shows All of the bitches wanna fuck Smurk, they come to all of my shows Yeah, you can't be pullin' over, I got fentanyl in the car He got all his bread on him, he in the trenches with the za He got robbers layin' on him, 'cause he ain't connected with the mob You put your hands on me, you'll be dancin' with the stars I feel I'm too deep in this, I'm tryna start a business They sent pounds to my sister crib My baby sister, and she's too grown, she sneakin' niggas in And Kay I still got love for you But that my baby sis, so please don't never say it again All my shit, I'm tryna cross my Ts and dot my Is Letras de cancionesShopping when I land, 'cause I couldn't buy no clothes, but look at now I was fourteen, lookin' at the killers, RondoNumbaNine Wanted to be just like my daddy, trappin' hard and sellin' rocks, yeah Why you say you silent? I knew you was lyin' I kept it a hunnid from the start, I wasn't tryin' He fightin' a fed case, but I'm rich, so he a flight risk I miss my big brother, but he died, I feel like cryin' Touch me, you viral, neck look like aqua Yeah, I'm a real street nigga, I die by my partners Touch me, you viral, neck look like aqua Yeah, I'm a real street nigga, I die by my partners I ain't worried 'bout nobody, that money come, oh-oh I'ma tell him "No", if ain't five-hundred a show All the killers they listen to me, they come to all of my shows All of the bitches wanna fuck Smurk, they come to all of my shows Yeah, you can't be pullin' over, I got fentanyl in the car He got all his bread on him, he in the trenches with the za He got robbers layin' on him, 'cause he ain't connected with the mob You put your hands on me, you'll be dancin' with the stars My old house used to flood, now my new house it got two kitchens in it Send a bitch to get her ass done, she walk around this bitch different I done seen a nigga nose runnin', he was sniffin' coke from a bitch titty Granny sat me on the stove, had a new Glock with a new fifty Rappers gettin' they chains took and they'll buy it back for two-fifty Told the bitch she can kiss me all on my neck, but, baby, I don't do hickeys How you call me your brother but you walk around tellin' I don't do business I told her I'm a Rockstar, I ain't got no feelings I'm not dishonest, snitch, took McDonalds Addy water in my bottle, Gucci my googles, pucci or argue Headshots, go viral, headshots, go viral, headshots, go viral Yeah, I ain't worried 'bout nobody, that money comin' in, oh I ain't walkin' in no club, if I can't bring my pole All the killers they listen to me, they come to all of my shows All of the bitches wanna fuck Smurk, they come to all of my shows From Letras Mania