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G and 5, stock clip in my mirror Choppers in them hotties, we be strikin' out in chair rows Soon as we get the footage on my Posted close friends, only blockin' thotties and the weirdos No furniture inside my slapbox, did some silk drapes Two AK-47s, nine Glock in the milk crate 3-60 cam inside of the coupe, feel like A new GLE-63, welcome to the Glee Club That's pretty much the size of it 20 grits for 900, fuck your bitch embarrassin' something Brody call it free publicity Sold everything that you can think of Them niggas ain't no hitters, just a bunch of petty street thugs Sold so many Tangerines that I got peach fuzz Now we pushin' Bentley GTs with the mink rugs Four Cubans, know I had the Louis Vuitton hoodie My youngin' move the pack faster than a speedin' bullet Pew, Speedy Gonzales, we shake the bed record time and do the most numbers All of these ice balls, it's finna be a cold summer Runnin' through them racks quicker than a roadrunner I'm talkin' Flash Gordon, down the way, sold a thousand blues at the sunny Pew, Speedy Gonzales, we shake the bed record time and do the most numbers Skidded, that's why they call me "Lego" Letras de cancionesThey know I keep that M1, hot sauce and A.O. Lotta dollars bustin' U-eys on that one-way dead-end block With 90,000 in my Subies, pushin' Cane like a cripple Before I caught the wave from the ripple Just know before the pain come the drizzle Switchin' lanes in the rental, let my piece off the chain from the camera Slide with this mini-drake, that's extendo I go eye to eye with the stove Hot plate in my utensils, whole thang on the menu Know that flame been rekindled off a plane viewin' Kendall Rolly fully banged, came from playin' with the Brindle A nigga played with James, blow his brains on the window 28-5-4, pancakin' up a griddle on a late night show No thanks to Jimmy Kimmel, comin' up on 94 Tailgatin' for them scribbles, momma raised the drugs on hill Raisin' four McNickels Pew, Speedy Gonzales, we shake the bed record time and do the most numbers All of these ice balls, it's finna be a cold summer Runnin' through them racks quicker than a roadrunner I'm talkin' Flash Gordon, down the way, sold a thousand blues at the sunny Pew, Speedy Gonzales, we shake the bed record time and do the most numbers From Letras Mania