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Hmm Bah Boom-boom-boom Hmm, we'll pop out with them sticks, hmm Have you ever took a trip, nigga? Hmm Aight, hmm We'll pop out with them sticks, hmm, why you poppin' it? (Pop out with them sticks) Have you ever took a trip? Hmm, stop it (Have you ever took a trip?) I'll take your bitch, hmm, you can't stop it (I'll take your bitch) You ain't never took a risk and it's obvious (You ain't never took a risk) Actin' bunk with the pussy, well, you can give me some top then (Give me top then) County jail, court ten, opps had me boxed in (Boxed in) If it's more than five niggas hangin' out, grab the chop then (Grab the chop then) You can't bring up LA without me 'cause I'm top ten ('Cause I'm top ten) Fuck around, get popped up (Bah, bah, bah, bah) I'm a rapper, but I'm ridin' 'round Glocked up (Ridin' 'round Glocked up) Active He can't come around us, he ratted Fucked her in the dark, I ain't know her ass was tatted 'Til I seen it on the 'Gram (Seen it on the 'Gram) Fuck a nigga bitch, kicked her out like Pam (Kicked her out like Pam) Rich Crip, but I'm still pullin' up to Tam's (Pullin' up to Tam's) On some rich shit, me and Lefty pull up in a Lam' (Lefty pull up in a Lam') All these bitches fans Letras de canciones Yeah, and I repeated the flame, forgetting my name I'm wetting 'em up like the fucking rain You ain't seen a Mexican do it like Gunplay Jumpin' out the Expedition, bitch, I'm never hatin' Yeah, and I shoot 'em on a Sunday What? And the funeral's a Monday Yeah, I'm still man-crush Monday Fuckin' on your baby mama, fuck her in the Hyundai, yeah And all the bitches, they still want me, yeah Tell me somethin' that I don't know Fresh out the level four with the four-four Oh, shit, don't let my PO know My bitch couldn't bail me out when she brought the dough And Bonaparte hit me with that parole hold Caught me in the Walmart, I'm a slowpoke Yeah, I'ma get my fuckin' boo-bop I done got caught with two Glocks Oh, shit, I'm like Tupac Take my shit and I'm comin' back Lefty Gunplay, I'm the ese Aftermath And I'm the new N.W.A (N.W.A) Eazy-E in the face, Chauncey B on the gang (Gang) Bangin' on the whole industry (Bangin') Bangin' on my enemies 'til the end of me, huh (Whoop) My frenemies never stood a chance (Chance) First glance, see my stance, niggas know I'm 'bout to flash (Flash) I'm allergic to the bullshit (Bullshit) Shake a yee hand, get an allergic reaction to a fuckin' snitch (Fuckin' snitch) Allergic to the fleas and ticks (Ticks) Scratch my nuts 'til they bleed, then I tell that bitch get (Bitch get) Keep the sucker repellent ('Pellent) You know how I'm bellin' (Bellin'), fuck what you sellin' (Sellin') I know niggas tellin' (Huh, nigga snitchin') All money ain't good Even if it's on the wood, the shit flammable, blood (Blood, it's hot) You out here sleepin', wake your game up (Wake your game up) Niggas' pockets leakin', get your change up (Get your change up) Your girl out here creepin', do the same stuff (Same stuff) On the gang, bruh (Whoop, whoop) Whoop, whoop PDL, PDL X4, that 40s life Lefty, that Sureño life, nigga L Gang From Letras Mania