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Yeah, Boldy, what up, nigga Face, face, smile, nigga You know this shit legit, dang, man Fuck with my nigga Harry Fraud Really dumb in that city, you know what I'm talkin' about? Yeah, grew up seeing pines in a trash bag Got no hustle, vest in a black mask With no license in it, I fish tail What you pushin, puppet or fish scale? I got a three for my first sale House traffic crazy, that workin' Call my phone, don't ring the doorbell Auntie done be sleepin' around ten Move a hundred P's with a DMV Start signin' niggas like CMG Pressure by no paper, I'm needin' sleep I won't rock a watch if it ain't a key Diggin' in my pockets, my nails dirty Posted, tryna see if the mail comin' Niggas cap, I know he gon' tell somethin' Told him sign here and he fell for it I'm a hype in London, I need a fix We just met today and she eatin' dick Bosses raised me, you can see the shit Side team thicker than pita bread Letras de cancionesCountin' blue hunnids, I'm drinkin' red Five-hour flight, so I'm eatin' Xans Fly us in the room, I'm Peter Pan Gucci came from Gucci, not Dapper Dan Bougie 'cause she pretty, her pussy good All I smoke is Za, not Cookie Woods Rappers fuckin' with me before the buzz Rappers fuckin' with you, you lil' bruh I'm in Truth, I'm eatin' now with the Plug Tell my boy retire, he done enough She just still won't leave me, I'm one of one Bless him with some verses, he comin' up Now we touchin' keys, runnin' through them G-Pass Cocaine so strong, waitin' on Janine to bring aunt Denise back No, I can't go home With less than 20 G's, slappin' off the meat rack 88 whole zones, I caught in Battle Creek Got him off in G-Rap, just the same old song To a different beat, all the money shrink Rap Crushface, Rolo Blinkin' on my sleeve, came with a free strap Whole gang gon' blow When it come to me, they gon' overreact Dope game so cold Finka catch a freeze off a nigga kneecap Break dance, a hoe in a 9A Broke a 9 to 4 in some Rice Paper Feel like Esco in a white Ace Shout it to Dakota, I8 Naked wrist froze as a ice glass Niggas know that money is primary Cruisin' through the ghetto in 5A Trigger on the pole is a binary Want the guns, butter, the milk, and honey Plug with the crud, you can smell it on me I just met like a dub off a 720 These niggas sellin' drugs or they sellin' money Smoke a whole zone or the pink run Niggas goin' broke, tryin' to keep up Roadblocks, you know I'ma speed up Known for stoppin' money machines up Gucci North Face with the fleece cut Off-white dunks and Supreme Ones Bangin' out the trap to the Lisa Got a bad back, had a mean run Auntie, she just blew through like fire lights Spent 393 with the power pipe Drug so strong, it's a press fight Weed, limey green is a highlight Would you look at that with the raw tape Drinkin' cookies back, hard as jawbreak Steady runnin' laps, I've been cross trainin' You know where I'm at, Mimi, you all shanked Bro ain't rappin' right, got the career reeks Send my bitch off to go get her nails done Goin' by the ditch and got my skill tweaked Lil' bro comin' home on a pill bun, where we at with it? Now we touchin' keys, runnin' through them G-Pass Cocaine so strong, waitin' on Janine to bring aunt Denise back No, I can't go home With less than 20 G's, slappin' off the meat rack 88 whole zones, I caught in Battle Creek Got him off in G-Rap, just the same old song To a different beat, all the money shrink Rap Crushface, Rolo Blinkin' on my sleeve, came with a free strap Whole gang gon' blow When it come to me, they gon' overreact Dope game,so cold Finka catch a freeze off a nigga kneecap Where we at with it? From Letras Mania