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I put that on gang, boy, if you speak on my name That come with insurance and stretchers All my niggas thuggin', I know I'm handsome as hell But baby girl, my past ugly My cup muddy, I'm numb to the pain and the pressure 'Bout Bibby, we goin' extra, can't wait 'til we catch 'em Surrounded by shooters and steppers I send 'em, they shoot up your shelter I'm steppin' on leaks, bitch, and who fuckin' with me? Who got them choppers like me, rockin' like me? Who catchin' bodies like me? Shoot up the 'partment like me? Slidin' with three I got my eyes on his Jeep 'cause this bitch here lookin' creep 223, kill for Osama, I guarantee that nigga killin' for me We pull up and hurt shit, thuggin' like BG, that No Limit, Turk shit This Perc' hit R.I.P. Durk, bitch, we hop out and shirt shit My chopstick, I love my Glock, bitch Fuck all the opps, bitch That hot shit, they gon' feel that hot shit I'm gettin' their block hit Lowkey in the Scat, back-to-back stolos and splats Back-to-back, touring Jack This shit forever, I swear, boy, we need some medals 'Cause war, we dominate that Letras de cancionesI'm still in the bricks, young nigga still on the Six Young nigga still hittin' licks, still got a Glick Just got a million dollar deal and we still on the block with the shits (Uh) Flexed up on my ex (Uh) Fresh off a jet and went straight to the 'jects That shit's on my neck (Wow) Fell back from that fake shit and ran up a check That thot, she a bopper (Damn) Post up in the trap, got choppers on choppers Niggas know how we rockin' Any time of the day, we can get shit poppin' I put that on gang, boy, if you speak on my name That come with insurance and stretchers All my niggas thuggin', I know I'm handsome as hell But baby girl, my past ugly My cup muddy, I'm numb to the pain and the pressure 'Bout Bibby, we goin' extra, can't wait 'til we catch 'em Surrounded by shooters and steppers I send 'em, they shoot up your shelter We pull up and hurt shit, thuggin' like BG, that No Limit, Turk shit This Perc' hit R.I.P. Durk, bitch, we hop out and shirt shit My chopstick, I love my Glock, bitch Fuck all the opps, bitch That hot shit, they gon' feel that hot shit I'm gettin' their block hit We pull up and hurt shit, thuggin' like BG, that No Limit, Turk shit This Perc' hit R.I.P. Durk, bitch, we hop out and shirt shit My chopstick, I love my Glock, bitch Fuck all the opps, bitch That hot shit, they gon' feel that hot shit I'm gettin' their block hit (Their block hit) Ayy From Letras Mania