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(Jose the Plug) Ayy Burnin' up your brother's feet We turned him to a roach, we gon' need another leaf My shooter takin' hits like he halfback TRX was factory, but now it's matte-black That Cuban that he rockin' goes onto his belly button Already knowin' that's big bro's, ain't gotta tell me nothin' Designer headwrap on, you'd think that I'm Egyptian We make somethin' out of nothin', you would think that we magicians I'm withdrawing from the bank, I'm withdrawing from the drank You the type to finally start to run it up, fall on your face They don't know when I'ma slow down, LBJ (They don't know when I'ma slow down, LBJ) Boy, that was 2020, please don't try to sell me Kanyes Alex Moss, I'm out in NYC like, "Fuck an Eliantte" When the team on your back, it ain't no room for error Dog a rookie in that mask, yeah, he new to terror Jasmine and Aladdin, flyin' with my bitch I'm an addict, I got habits, need another sip I need another six, shit, I need another zip Thought cuddy was done trappin', but he need another brick You gotta know these hoes ready to play another 'script Let me hear it's up, shit, it's cool, I see above the rim Tron an orca, can't relate, these hoes love the shrimp Letras de cancionesI can put him in position, but it's up to him to win How I got a hundred sons? I still ain't shot the club up, you got a hundred ones You in the club lookin' dumb, this a honey bun Bein' broke is a joke, I can't relate, I'm one-of-one with your lil' funny butt You the type to have your ear on the grapevine I'm the type to— frrt, frrt, past the state lines He noddin' off a three of Karo, he noddin' off a three of hit juice, boy, that's a fake high Shit, I'm quick to leave the function, I can't stand a fake vibe A fan caught me in the elevator, had to say, "Hi" I ain't worried 'bout the 'Gram, shit, it's stack some pape' time Brodie tryna dodge the K, now his bag in Trey 5s You done took twenty-somethin' L's straight, you a Piston As long as I'm on Earth, at the best, you assistin' They like, "Tron, you locked in, what the fuck, is you in prison?" Just in October 2023, I blew a ticket Feelin' like the fuckin' Matrix, close my eyes, I'm doin' digits Tryna fit in out of town, I'm strollin' in the newest Civic Turn that bitch to a snapback, we tryna shoot his fitted Pull up, everybody— fah, fah, they don't know who done hit him R.I.P. lil' Mauri If you say his name, gon' hit your block and throw a pistol party Bro was seventeen, up a fifty Play with me, fill my Glock 17 up with sixty I was underdog, I gotta overdo it Lieutenant Tron on frontline, but got my soldiers shootin' I was underdog, I gotta overdo it (I was underdog, I gotta overdo it) I be high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high I be high, high, high, high as hell, this ain't no sober music Dog Shit Militia, bitch, I know you hear the motor barkin' Akhi pulled up shootin' at the crowd, ain't even know the target Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah Prrt Hey Hey, hey I was underdog, I gotta overdo it Lieutenant Tron on frontline, but got my soldiers shootin' I was underdog, I gotta overdo it (I was underdog, I gotta overdo it) ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cams, you know? From Letras Mania