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Tryna catch this bitch, Ju This shit like catching lightning in a bottle What else? (Royal House on the beat) Got my mind right, but my money right-er Tryna stay out of the limelight Lookin' back in twenty-twenty hindsight Five-mic award right from the Source, jumped off the porch, auntie walkin' back from the store, she need another lighter Bully boy like a matador, hook up a whole brick Fuck I look like going back and forth? This ain't no road trip Girly all up in my face, stay bringin' up old shit Glock like a heated blanket laid up with a cold bitch, toastin' Balling on these niggas like I'm Jokić, got motion Satchel full of pills, but this ain't Motrin Soakin' in my thoughts, tryna land on my feet, ain't bring no sand to the beach, but I brought drip to the ocean You know the slogan, it don't make no tokens, it don't make sense I need a bigger scale 'cause this one broken, it don't weigh temps Anted up on a thousand grams of the Babe Ruth My youngin know he caught in that jam, he better stay mute Let's get it (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) My niggas really on Drug Zone 7-6 to the 50 Zone Buck sixty-five wet, all skin and bones Double D's on the TEC, this ain't no silicone Letras de cancionesShit, you already know what the fuck is goin' on You know we pay an extra ten, you catch him in the dome (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) We quick to get him gone Was praying for a plug, but now my cousin Chilly home What else? Playin' my hand, I ain't dealing cards Warning, lookin' at an El Debarge and I'm still at large Thirty-six stamped with a Playboy Bunny Your own fam'll turn you in for the reward money Made a million out the sink, a trap star legend No major, niggas ain't get deals with Cap Star Records Niggas ain't moving right if they can't make the money move Ran it up, went on the run without no running shoes After you turn the bag around, then bust another U Fifty an R, that's five K for a hundred blues Seats givin' me a massage, 75 to Flint I'm undefeated on the lodge, it's 696 Catchin' pops off the glass like I'm Tayshaun Back when you took a loss, you made it up like it was Avon Might bust my wrist down after I bust a brick open Bubble 'Cler, Balenciaga Chucks, these ain't no Rick Owens (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) My niggas really on Drug Zone 7-6 to the 50 Zone Buck sixty-five wet, all skin and bones Double D's on the TEC, this ain't no silicone Shit, you already know what the fuck is goin' on You know we pay an extra ten, you catch him in the dome (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) We quick to get him gone Was praying for a plug, but now my cousin Chilly home What else? From Letras Mania