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Yeah (I got SkilliesMadeIt on the 808s) Nigga, uh We just gon' walk this bitch down, we ain't even gon' think too hard on this one (I got Brizz on the beat, he go crazy) This mic I'm rappin' on cost like eleven thousand If you my main bitch, I might call you my baby mama, huh I be talkin', though, don't let that shit go to your head, huh It's a killswitch on the 'Cat, he thought that bitch was dead If it's up, don't be on that sneaky shit, bro, tell me how we playin' it I get on the phone with niggas 'cause I wanna hear just how you sayin' it I got a brick of blues, I can't even double rubber band it All these hoes be goin' for real, bro, they be fakin' fancy We already did that four-door shit, it's time to swap a Chally Woke up in the 'Raq, then next day, took off straight to Cali Don't try to press me 'bout no bitches, it's gon' make me madder She in the front seat in my Scat', like, baby, you the baddest I'm so high, if I blink, might go to sleep, huh You might see them guys with that ski, they with me, that's my brother 'nem I ain't gon' lie, it's hard for me to admit when I be fuckin' up Doin' donuts with the chop, screamin' they can't fuck with us I should go buy two tennis chains just to go play double dutch He don't even know to this day I was ridin' 'round with my brother gun Huh, I love all my hoes, they all show me love Told a nigga to flip some of these 'bows, but he kept rollin' up Letras de cancionesI might get a Bnb this week just because Bro keep Glocky with the dick, I think he a stud, huh I miss goin' on the run, bro, that shit was fun Snatch off in a striker every time the boys come flick us up I don't even know you niggas, so tell me how you lit as us Can't even drink lean in the Hellcat 'cause I might spill a cup We ain't talk in a couple days, she say I'm changin' on her Duh, bitch, like what, I'm 'posed to stay the same or somethin'? Money can't change me, matter fact, bro, I been changin' money If you knew what the chain cost, you'd probably think I'm crazy or somethin' I keep fuckin'— uh, uh, wait I keep fuckin' up, I— I keep fuckin' up, this my third time tellin' 'em start it back Stamped rappin' 'bout strikers, we the ones that started that I can't fuck with her 'cause she be tryna keep her heart attached Wearin' the Chrome Heart in the summer, I almost caught a heart attack These is not no Madden bullets, these gon' be a lil' hard to catch Yes, I'm wearin' a fuckin' belt, they saggin' 'cause my pockets filled I got a problem treatin' my hoes like we locked for real Better put your whip in sport, we turn your shit to Crocs for real Have lil' bro pull up, put holes in it I was just buyin' arena tickets, now I'm doin' shows in it I ain't gon' lie, I'm kinda picky, I only fuck with cold bitches We on your ass since you in my business, shouldn't've stuck your nose in it I got hoes too, baby, you ain't gotta lie I ain't gonna force you to do some shit with me, you ain't gotta slide, huh She keep playin' detective, once you catch me, you gon' cry Just talked to my PO, he said can't miss another drop I ain't tryna hear that shit, I'm still out trippin' with the yop This bitch got fifty miles, them niggas picked it off the lot I made this money today, that's why this shit up in a knot Walked in the mall with 5K 'cause I wasn't really tryna spend a lot Yeah, yeah I wasn't really tryna spend a lot Walked in the mall with 5K Walked inside the mall with 5K, ain't tryna spend a lot I don't know why these hoes talkin' crazy like I ain't spin they block Like I ain't hit they top I ain't hit they, yeah From Letras Mania