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Fuck, fuck Ayy watch out, ayy watch out, ayy watch out Easy ass smoke, that smoke wan’ nothin’ Spray the fye like some Febreze, it get ugly He tried to touch the fye, we couldn’t even buck it Clear the block, clear the whole skreet wit’ a button Got off from 12, they couldn’t see the weapon Thought shit was sweet, lil’ buddy projectin’ I got too much goin’, bih wan’ fuck it up Wonder why no hoes out, he done cuffed ‘em up Opp turn around, shit can get disgusting On these drugs I just came out concussion 50 feet, he from the kill he get to bustin' Small fish, you think you shark in that water Catch a kill, Glock pass out disorder Old hеads be tryna hide me from thеy daughter Spent munyun, bitch I feel like I'm ballin' Box in yo' whip, yo' whip tryna get out Hitmans real, lil' bruh'll put a hit out They ain't see the robbery, they got a big eye Big blunts now I smoke I ain't gotta get by I know this shit thick from the front, she got a big thigh Approach you wig, you think he a big guy I might just flip it, flip the script on you If you move she gon' tell me where you move Letras de cancionesHe be sneakin', ain't gon' tell you what he do Took yo' drip, not yo' Burberry shoes I really win, I be splurgin' my blues The clinic right there, the smoke get urgent All my partners trap, everybody servin' Put me behind the wheel, it turn 'to a derby I knew she was scram, which one she be workin'? Put a fire in yo' name, you get a Birkin In my hood right now, I'm runnin' 'round shirtless You got that smoke, you didn't e'en deserve it Know she gon' fuck, she said talm 'bout she virgin Stick got a switch, it got two different versions Ain't no rules out here like they be purging Yo' stick, yo' stick might jam She aggy as fuck, she like Pam He back, he put down his scram Ho let me fuck, don't wanna go on a vacay Take out his twin, that bruh be like mayday Strike shit on the ninth, today be my payday Movin' around, opps know where my head lay I got a Drac' on the bed by the bed frame Know she be fuckin', her bed got bed stains Beat up his head, his head catch a migraine Come to the inn, this shit on lock I'm in a dead end, we havin' Glocks Fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck From Letras Mania