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Nigga, I [?] ([?]) Ooh, I'm feelin' like VIP ([?]) (Damn, [?]) Anywhere that I step, I'm feelin' like VIP, hop out, all the eyes on me .223, bitch, I see his face when he bleed, lil' bro 'nem gon' do it for free He ain't gon' flex it whenever we come Don't do no textin', I like to bump guns Want a bag on my head, but they ain't got no funds Steady speakin' on Red, finna call up the don I just got me some drank with a brand-new double cup, spilled it all in the backseat Shy, under cover, that bitch is a freak GMG in the 'Wood, tryna leave 'em deceased I be takin' these drugs, you can call me a fiend Double back on my cousin and fled the whole scene I ain't trippin' 'bout shit, not a bitch, not a thing We ain't goin' for nothin', ain't no coppin' pleas She fuckin' on me and my brother, but sayin' she love me, oh, this bitch lyin' We just got the drop at 8, I tell bro 'nem, "We spinnin' at 9" Don't want your love, I just fuck and decline Actin' too tough and get hit with that nine Don't wanna bump, why the fuck niggas hidin'? Do his ass bad if a fuck nigga try it They gon' be mad if I pop my shit Letras de cancionesFuck around, crash every car that I get Music too loud, then I'm fast than a bitch Blow at the crowd, better stay out the mix (Stay out the way) Why the fuck is you crankin'? I call up the members, go give 'em a spankin' That switch get to jumpin', this Drac' get to bangin' I ain't tryna talk, I ain't makin' arrangements Tell his daddy to get him, he just started claimin' They gon' be mad if I pop my shit Fuck around, crash every car that I get Music too loud, then I'm fast than a bitch (Skrrt, skrrt) Blow at the crowd, better stay out the mix Why the fuck is you crankin'? I call up the members, go give 'em a spankin' That switch get to jumpin', the Drac' get to bangin' I ain't tryna talk, I ain't makin' arrangements Tell his daddy to get him, he just started claimin' Anywhere that I step, I'm feelin' like VIP, hop out, all the eyes on me .223, bitch, I see his face when he bleed, lil' bro 'nem gon' do it for free He ain't gon' flex it whenever we come Don't do no textin', I like to bump guns Want a bag on my head, but they ain't got no funds Steady speakin' on Red, finna call up the don Steady speakin' on Red, finna call up the members Call up the members, they finna go get 'em I call up the members, they finna go kill 'em Ayy, ayy, ayy, go From Letras Mania