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(I ain't gon' lie, you tripped on this bitch, Jay) Yeah What up, Jay? Striker Gang, Striker Boys, all that shit, Walkdown Gang, huh Jay, we finna do one of them quick ones again Put the cup inside the fridge, might wanna sip somethin' again Forty thousand on me, it's a brick up in my pants Finna fly a bitch out and tell her, "Hit me when you land" This a cream-soda pop, but this a different color ARP got a switch too, but it's a different stutter Each jacket was thirty-five, I got different puffers We can fuck the bed up, bitch, I got different covers This car used to be a red color, I'm finna paint it mustard Bought her somethin', then hit thе bitch, you really paid to fuck her Keep the chops all in onе spot, I really hate the clutter Hit his top before the light turn red, I really hate the buzzer It's six chops, it's me and Jay, so that's three a piece Oh, you don't know how to slide your Hellcat? Then let me see your keys Smoked all my weed, was finna say, "Let me hit your breeze" I know that shit serious if brodie say, "Let me see your ski" He know I don't let nobody wear my shit Snatch a nigga whip like, "Let me see if you was takin' care of your shit" Swap man love me, I think I should start a membership Knew you was a bitch, when shit went down, you don't remember shit Can't nobody trick me out this shit, bro, I'm built for this Letras de cancionesActin' sick so I can get a pint, I wrote a script for this Don't care 'bout shit when it come to pape', I'll ho a bitch for this Told my nigga stop sippin' drank, bro, I'm a hypocrite Get on a nigga ass, then pop out the same day Russian full-body in my bag, bro, that's the same K Nonchalant, arguin' with my bitch, I got the same face Fuck Stewart, we call that bitch the Brennan, bro, that's the same place It's a baby K, but the bullets shoot the same Pendant heavy, thought them niggas bulletproofed the chain Doin' donuts in the rain, double dutchin', me and Jay Got a misdemeanor, man, it feel like I just beat the case Texas was a punching bag, I used to beat that state Your bitch went oh and ten, I used to beat her face I got a girl and had to chill, I used to sleep with Drac' I had to cover up my plate, I used to keep some tape From Letras Mania