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Lil Kayla, what's up? Thought I had me a real nigga, that was cap Just made a call to the streets, bitch, I'm back My old jawns tapping in like, "Where you at?" One call, one tap, the nigga face up in my lap 11:11, God, send a nigga with them racks Don't really like scammers, I want the nigga flippin' packs And hoes always talking 'bout Kayla this and Kayla that But did you tell them hoes how Kayla never gave your nigga back? Bitch, yesterday's nigga, he is not today's nigga If you coming, come correct, nigga, have that pape' with you I don't want no lil' pup, gotta have some age with him All my niggas Tyler Perry 'cause I'm making plays with 'em Ayy, shoutout my bro, he a real gravedigger You won't catch him on no pic with no bitch, he hate Insta' 'Bout me, fuck your politics, I don't play, nigga Couple bitches still mad 'cause I was fucking they nigga Please excuse me, baby, that's the old me But when my nigga got fucked, nobody came and told me It's fair game with niggas, all these bitches ever showed me And you can't up the score on me, so baby, let it go, please Anyways, finna go with dude up on a dinner date I'm at Mastro's eating salmon, I don't really get with steaks Really, I just want some money, get my lil' pussy ate And I don't really got a type, be out here doin' anything Letras de cancionesLook, this nigga been chasin' me for years, Michael Myers I keep tellin' niggas that I love 'em, I'm a liar I don't hit them stores no more, lil' baby, I'm retired But you can call my phone if you looking for a buyer Move wrong, get your ass popped like a tire I won't break a nail, my niggas murder for hire Dripped down Dior, Balenci for the attire I keep a play up, still getting checks from Empire Damn What the fuck? You just went crazy like that Like, why you just do that to 'em? Like, now I gotta go Alright One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, I got four hoes You do not got no bitches, you got no hoes Drop a pint in four two liters, that's four fours I be ridin' with my Bulldog, that's .44 Hundred thousand dollars ain't shit, you can spend it fast Pulled up in a new McLaren, damn near spinned and crashed Ayy, you can flip anything if you can flip a bag How the fuck you slide on your opps and forget the mask? He got body bagged I just pulled up with a hothead, that's Johnny Cash I be skatin' on ice like I'm in hockey class My young dog was raised by the streets, he ain't got a dad It's a lot of freak bitches in the club Throwin' all the money in the club, ain't no more ones Like, how the fuck you in the party with a gun? I just met a college ho, she wanna party with a thug Ayy, I'm finna unleash the dragon, I'm in beast mode I ain't playin' GTA V, but I got cheat codes I never knew that rich bitches really cheap hoes I just put a shh on the Glock like, where the beep go? Ayy, I made a hundred sixty-seven thousand in my Nike joggers In the past, I thought about the future like, "I might be balling" I'm a red-nose pitbull, I can't stop from dogging I done got so high off this drank, it feel like I'm falling Ayy, I told a bitch I'ma ball, I do not need Spaulding Nigga, how the fuck you eatin'? It look like you starving Step back, shoot a three, I look like James Harden Makin' plays at the liquor store, you do no know Pauly From Letras Mania