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Round of applause, I let that Drac'— (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) Round of applause, I let that Drac'— I hope you got your chin strap and mouthguard, the fields physical In a new crib with the big yard, I used to wake up and feel miserable If the money visible, go get it, that's the principle Time to do him pitiful, his health bar on critical World's dumbest criminal, like, boy, you just an imbecile I ain't lie once, guess the songs non-fictional Bitch broke past repair, she is not fixable Shooter got a cannon but ain't never shot visuals Throwin' powder up, cuddy doin' bronze ritual Only got some neck to offer, this lil' thot's typical Huh, alright, let's turn it up a notch Pirellis came with stripper tendencies, they burnin' up the block It's the main tool in my kit, can't work without my Glock Made my own wave, you can catch me surfin' to the top Should've grabbed it while you had the money, verses cost a lot Cuddy never flipped his tassel, he was learnin' on the block Think I'm finna make it, cops still searchin' for the spot Ridin' with them terrorists, they play the turbans off the chops Over seven hundred horses skrrtin' off the lot She deserves it, bought my bitch a Birkin while we shopped I ain't never been scared, I'm only nervous 'round the cops In love with it, before I had it, I was flirtin' with the guap Letras de cancionesRun off with the bag, gon' shoot his sneaks and turn 'em into socks In the Wraithy, noided, peekin' through the curtains with my Glock Ain't nothin' worser than my opps Twenty years from now, imagine unky servin' them some rocks Let a hundred off, you ever felt a furnace when it's hot? R.I.P my baby Mauri, we was right off Curtis, tryna plot Flyin' to the drank man to purchase me some Wock' Then I'm flyin' to the Marathon to purchase me a pop Dracs goin'— they'd think Certi hit they block We ain't harmin' animals, but it's a birdie in the pot It's some 7:11 on the dot, she slurp me in the top Shit, fuck, damn, this bitch slurp me out my Crocs Case dismissed, my attorney off the clock Ain't no pen, ain't no pad, this for surely off the top Played it like I liked her 'til I got lil' girly out they drop Hundred bags foreign, but it ain't no turkeys at the spot Christmas time, I was empty-handed Now I'm past out GIFs with my presi' dancin' Bro ain't even out of town, can catch at the telly trappin' You ain't gotta tell me what you doin', I get helly active Shit, I'm tryna make it last forever You a band away, this time to get your stash together You a bad friend, it's time to get your mans together Reachin' in my bag, I'ma tie your hands together, then cut 'em off You the type to hate making money, but love to talk Still ain't go and drop a whip, like, you must love to walk Put up the down payment, pussy, I can't front the sauce If they see me do it, catch 'em at a bridge jumpin' off He just trapped in his mind, ain't really stuck at all Put in triple overtime, this really wasn't luck at all Throw it up and twist my fingers, then I pray the bucket fall Stop thinkin' that I'm nice 'cause I don't fuck with y'all And probably never will SBDSM, two L's, then a dollar sign, you know? Hey, hey From Letras Mania