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Yo, turn that shit up a lil' more, you heard? Like EBK, I— I keep my— And I’m fed up (I'm fed up) I ain't dissin’, no way I'ma let up (Let up) And the .30 on me for the setup (Setup) Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up Like, got Berettas (Berettas) And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (In her sweater) Is you ridin' for me? 'Cause I'm ridin' for you So fuck ’em, we flockin’ together (Baow, baow, baow) Like, and I hang out the V just for free And I'm rich, so my Glock got a switch on repeat (On repeat) Remembеr days I was down on my feet, now I pull out a hunnid to spend in a week (On a week) And my kindness, don’t take it for wеak' (Don't do that shit) Remember days I ain't sleep for some weeks I was boomin’ for days, now I'm gettin' paid for talkin' my shit on a beat (Don't run, don't trip) Nothin' changed, just stay in your lane (Faceshot gang, we aim for the cheek) You touch one of mine, I'm spinnin' for weeks (You ain't gang) Let it bang, I'm lettin' it flame You don't do the same, you ain't hangin' with me Get out the V, you ain't flamin' with me (You ain't bangin' with me) Ain't no time to be wastin' with me (To be wastin' with me) Letras de cancionesLet the chop', I ain't stoppin' for D's (Two knocks) Two knocks, high speed, got 'em racin' with me And I'm fed up (I'm fed up) I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (Let up) And the .30 on me for the setup (Setup) Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up Like, got Berettas (Berettas) And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (In her sweater) Is you ridin' for me? 'Cause I'm ridin' for you So fuck 'em, we flockin' together (Baow, baow, baow) Like And I'm fed up (I'm fed up) I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (Let up) And the .30 on me for the setup (Setup) Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up Like, got Berettas (Berettas) And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (In her sweater) Is you ridin' for me? 'Cause I'm ridin' for you So fuck 'em, we flockin' together (Baow, baow, baow, like) Ridin' sturdy, still screamin', "Free Flocky" Innocent, just police be on yak (Gang, gang) Fuck it, I still move around with my Glock Tryna catch an opp and put him in a box One up top, no click-clack Pussy, what you know 'bout get back? See a opp, no chit chat I done had enough of this cap I catch somethin' slippin', I'ma score Face shot, leave spaghetti on the floor Last nigga, he got nevermind Couple more shots, would've been a dime Know I'll be the greatest in some time Niggas like me just be hard to find Fuck around, that shit get gooey, slime Brand new pack, I roll my dough Forty cal', that blow a nigga mind Twenty-one with a heart of a lion Know they see me on top, they be sighin' I can't find peace, it's too much of us dyin' Why I never strayin' from my guys? Still ain't make it out, that shit be cap Rich and famous, niggas want me dead I am not, lil' dummy, he a pack And I'm fed up I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (Let up) And the .30 on me for the setup (Setup) Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up Like, got Berettas (Berettas) And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (In her sweater) Is you ridin' for me? 'Cause I'm ridin' for you So fuck 'em, we flockin' together (Baow, baow, baow) Like And I'm fed up I ain't dissin', no way I'ma let up (Let up) And the .30 on me for the setup (Setup) Ain't no linin' me, bitch, you get wet up Like, got Berettas (Berettas) And my bitch got the nine in her sweater (In her sweater) Is you ridin' for me? 'Cause I'm ridin' for you So fuck 'em, we flockin' together (Baow, baow, baow, like) Grrah (Grrah, grrah) Ayo, free the fuckin' guys 'til I see the guys, nigga Disrespect the guys, you gon' meet the guys, nigga Everything for Naz Loc, you heard? Forever flockin' for JayRipK, nigga Ballin' for JB, nigga Big DOA, nigga Mr. Wipe-A-Nigga-Nose-If-It's-Runny, nigga From Letras Mania