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Ayy, no bap, no bap, no, ayy I just stopped for a pic with a fan with F&N, It was still in my hand Told me all love, but it's a sayin’ These niggas ain't playin' and for sure it ain’t fair No question, it'll happen, it's the when or the where I poke my chest out Thinkin' what I say before it let out Bitch played stupid, stuck there now Wouldn't wanna be him when they seen him, they gon' bail out Very, very scary like Fredo Shit a happen same time the mail out Claps and applause like a sell out Jesus piece, sixty thou', I'm never goin’ to hell, nah My bitch goin’ on with shit that she know I don't care ’bout Probably tryna see what I care about I was just a boy in the bity, I'm the mayor now I don't gotta hear 'til they say it to my face So I guess I don’t hear now How you teach a Gemini they place with a pocket full of dead guys? Marathon never was a race RIP Nip, yesterday I bought an eighth from BH Keep ya eyes open, never be late Pray to God while you high, but don't forget to give thanks Rub the wrong niggas wrong, you could end up bein' late Niggas real life food, and you ain't gotta say your grace Letras de cancionesTune go tune pace, hunnid in the school lane I'm boolin' in the trench like I'm sellin' Blu-rays Eighty points in the tennis, could use a Gatorade I spend cash money, so it's never rainy days I'm the neighborhood Sonny, Michael Jackson, some days I'm teflon tune, mob boss, front page Nigga know what's goin' on, ayy "21 Gun Salute" Youngin' "21 Gun Salute" Salute, salute, salute West side dope ain't shit, man I know 'cause I'm from the East Side The best dope is the East Side dope, you know what I'm sayin'? Ayy Yup, yup, yup, yup I'm drinkin' that boy, I feel like BG them (Haha) Ayy, tell that nigga Cho bring me a blunt in here, don't stop the song though Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy Ayy, I'm my side crazy, these bitches yellin', "Pay me" You niggas pushin' daisies, my bitch want me home I'm drinkin' that boy, I could never get a cold You make a lot of noise, it be a nigga, fix your tone 5.7 baby, it look like James Bond's Represent the navy, we don't condone snakes, we just say it A nigga get bit, you on your own Tryna hide the cup 'cause I'm grown, but I think it set a tone I could care about a lot, but I don't It's a difference between a not and a won't And I'm not gon' crash, but the way these niggas play, it's not a won't Tell a hater touch grass, tell a bitch get what she want Russian guns for my brother, French tips on a ho Get a Rollie for my mother, that ain't even what she want Love the game like Brady, can't leave for a ho I been back poppin' Xans, you better leave me alone Ask the devil for a dance, and I treat her like a ho I be everywhere you won't, OG said I'm actin' slow I responded, "I ain't actin', I'm just givin' what they want" I been drinkin' that dope, I could never get a cold, like Ayy, I been drinkin' that boy, I could never get a cold, like Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Neptune got ya' bitch, Neptune, clique up Ayy, left town, got them stretchers hunnid thousand quicker Money go up the river And I'm a [?] like a [?] boy MLB, Capo Neptune reloader Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup Ayy, yeah, what? Ayy I can't get enough of drinkin' in a drought shit Slut her on a couch shit and that go for the boss bitches My lil ski 'nem on that dumb shit, sometimes I fund shit Fuck the 12s and the judges like Ms love 'nem Lil' bro throw fours like they Dugg 'nem, I'm still a thug with them They ain't got my number, but it's love for them, I gave enough to them New whip like GTA, that Lamb' truck kitted, it look like dub edition That boy can't eat, he ain't got no hustle in 'em, can't even drug it with 'em I can't even eat 'cause ain't no drank, know you don't relate, you punk sippin' Post two-hunnid straight out the bank, but never show the gun with it She play her part, and I got love for her, don't let me use you (Don't let me use you) I live fast, I know that God really put me here to do music I tricked a Eve 'cause I'm a snake, I bit forbidden fruit too How ya brodie killed your brodie, and you introduce 'em? Imagine you was high as me, this dumb ho tryna seduce you Bae, I cannot lose you, I was cryin' for help on YouTube I'm ridin' in this clean-ass car like striker, that's that shit, amuse you That's the shit you used to, I'm like, ayy If I was in Tony position, I'd probably sniff it too Power to the head with love, no one to give it to If I was in Tony position, I'd probably kill 'em too (I'd probably kill 'em too) Ayy, yeah, yeah Yup, just like that What? You might as well just mark me on the back outside when I was home goin' on I'm biased, I was taped outside that time Mafioso Stop askin' From Letras Mania