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(It's a Wayne beat) (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) (Elijah, not another one) When it's skit time, only talk through them codewords It hit different when you go and do your homework Dab of Quagen on the leaf so it slow burn Cameras walk me to the stage like I'm Goldberg Shooter pop out with a lil' pump like he SmokePurpp It's a lot of shit that hurt, but I swear bein' broke worse They'll see you get it out the mud, still'll throw dirt Like that won't work, hey, hey When it's time, make sure I'm layin' in a rose gold hearse Plenty fish up in the sea, I tell a ho go surf I don't do the so-sos, put it on the floor first Trigger finger itchy, switchy glitchy make the pole twerk First day of school fresh Blood money, but we thumbin' through some blue checks Slammin' work, but I ain't hit it with a suplex Unless it fit around your head, go buy a new vest Hitman like, "Who next?" You the type to turn to Big Meech around the hoes Spent six weeks tourin', traveled 'round the globe Tryna face a whole pound, finna battle with the 'bow I just copped a new crib, you see that castle down the road? Bitch, I don't count days, I make days count Letras de cancionesIf I let you read the book, you'd try to rip a page out Campin' on they block, eatin' Mortons, that's a steak-out Allergic to it, 'round the fake, I'ma break out I'll put you on a side quest, not the main route You be shy, not me I'm callin' names out You be scared, not me, I'm blowin' brains out All I see is SIs, someone throw his chain out The ARP GSP with the takedowns All that talk, you said what? Put the pape' down We can bet, I feel good like I'm James Brown All that cap talk wouldn't slide at a playground Ain't no fights, we'll swing through with K rounds Touchdown, change towns, come up, stay down Walkin' in the store 3AM with my chains out Middle of the night, sippin' blood with my fangs out Might be sunny, it might snow, it might rain out This the Murder Mitten, wouldn't know unless I came out Little windows on the 'Rari make it hard to aim out Gettin' fitted for a grill up in Johnny Dang house Right now, I got the torch and you can't put the flame out Try somethin', get horsed, you can't put the gang out Unless I'm payin' with some hundreds, what's the change 'bout? High-speed in front of polices, throw them thangs out I'm just bein' me, ain't take the safe route I ain't take the lame route, ain't take the gangbang route Shit, let Tay-K out, them boys faked they route Side hoes hit the telly, this my main thing house Paid bail and made it back on my same day out Free my unky and them boys, let the chain gang out One, shout out to my son, shit, I paved they route Shout out to the old-heads, youngins made they drought When it really goes down, they don't stay, they out When we slide down, you gon' hear, "Mayday, baow" Said they married to the game, but ain't say they vows Wasn't with me from the jump, now they say they proud Funny how that work, ain't it? Shit, I'm lookin' in the mirror, it's your turn, ain't it? Huh Like it's fifty for a verse, ain't it? Seein' what we doin' and you can't, that's the worst ain't it? Huh Said you'd have it on the first, it's the third, ain't it? Swervin' 'round in the whip, that's the curb, ain't it? Havin' zero motion to your name, that's a curse, ain't it? You a cornball, shit, that's the term, ain't it? Out my mind, palms itchin', that's the Percs, ain't it? Fuck a first-name basis, hoes bird brainin' All that playin', we'll have you up in church prayin' Rat-ass bitch, probably fuck around and burn Satan Throw a rock this way, we gon' worst way him Fill his circle up with lead like we surveyin' From Letras Mania