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Yeah It's with an X, nigga Striker Boys, Walk Down Gang, M Block, nigga, all that shit Yeah It’s 9 o'clock, woke up to a ten, but that's not a lot I told niggas this was gon’ happen, so I'm not in shock, huh (I'm not) I know this look like grape soda, but this not a pop, huh I can feel your teeth on it, bitch, you got— Hold on, I can feel all your teeth on it, bitch, you gotta stop You can try to cop this shit I got, but it's not in stock Told a nigga I'll send the drop, but it's not the drop He pulled up and seen all Glocks and got his ass robbed I'll leave a bitch quick like my last job (Get off) Boy, you better not miss, 'cause that’s your last shot Whip my gun ass with a switch like that’s bad Glock, huh Might be skinny as a bitch, but my bag not I bought so much shit from Saks Fifth, I forgot the total Puttin' dog shit all in the cam ’cause I forgot to show you Treatin' the Hellcat like it's mine, but I forgot it's stolen Me and gang’ll turn your club up, but we is not promoters (Nigga) I got a crazy headhunter, man, her top the coldest (On God) I felt her teeth onе time and then she got dеmoted You 'posed to leave your back door closed, but I like it open I wanna know who tryna slime me out so I can fuckin' smoke 'em Like an eighthy pack (Huh) Letras de cancionesI ain't even no bad nigga, but y'all make me that You say you four pockets full, but you got baby racks Take his kid, if he don't bring my money by the end of the day, then he can't get his baby back (It's over) Lil' bitch feel it in her ribs, she got a baby back (Shit) Car sixty, ridin' 'round with twenty, so that's eighty racks On the Northside with hoodie on where it's shady at Better watch E 'cause he'll take your bitch with his shady ass, yeah I know it's 5 o'clock, but I still jump inside the 6 Got my stick, a nigga play, then it's RIP, rest in piss Heard he served me fake drank, he thinkin' I'm a lick We pulled up and showed hit and got hit, I sent a bitch (Slime him out) Watch me bend her ass over, I be pullin' on her hips Don't be kissin' on that bitch, she let me put it on her lips Pourin' pints up in court, watchin' brodie take the Fifth Hit the jeweler when I'm bored, I put eighty on my wrist My name gold, this Audemars hittin', makin' rainbows A thousand pounds in the spot, I'll make it rain 'bows You ain't even in our league, me and E the bang bros We fuck sisters, cousins, mamas, and main hoes Workin' off the same phone, tell 'em send the lames home He walked in with a Cuban, he walked out, his chain gone Short nigga, pape' long, cop 'em by the caseload We ain't talkin' 'bout the city, bitch, we got the state sewed (Easy money) State sewed (Easy money) From Letras Mania