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(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh Fast forward, huh, I can't rewind Huh, huh, your best whore, huh, couldn't compete with mine Huh, huh, your best fit, huh, couldn't compete with mine Huh, huh, this model bitch, say she need the line, she ain't talkin' 'bout drank I'm in New York, I can make it Harlem Shake Bitch, I'm top two, not two, no debate AP, factory diamonds, I bust the face No evidence, they gon' drop the case No comparison, these niggas in the way Money hungry, you'll do whatever for pape' In 2015, she'll do whatever for Bape Try to give you the swag, but you don't got no taste The way you fit in, you niggas out of place I might pull up Benz, it's a Maybach Oh, that's your girl? Nigga, we go way back Cop the Wock' by the cases, it's a twelve-pack I got court today, I'm rockin' black slacks I got everythin' illegal in my backpack Send that blitz, we gon' sack your quarterback One-on-one for me, I ordered that I got hella hoes like I hoarded them Shawty got a lil' ass, but she super slim Skinny bitch with a butt, yeah, I'm rootin' for them Letras de cancionesIt's whatever, fuck y'all if you ain't root for us Kid cut yo' body up, it's cold cut Niggas squirrels, they be on nuts It's my world, I live like a simulation She got Chrome Heart glasses on, Sarah Palin Rose from the concrete, but I'm not Jalen I ball on a ho, give you eighty-one Scream out, "Kobe" everytime I hit a buck I work all day, all night, I ain't missin' nothin' I'm too busy workin', I ain't missin' ya Thought he was down with the gang, now he bitchin' up I go shoppin', make songs, it's a ritual Everythin' I do intentional I'ma stand on my words like a lyric be And my partner done pressin' them fake pills Just like Puma, yeah, we got FENTY in Oh, you claimin' that block? We gon' spin it, then I see fine shit, wine to Gentleman That's my old ho, yeah, she spyin', bitch, give it up Can't pay no attention, no, I can't attend to her Jewlery, cars, clothes, I'm kitted up Won by fatality, yeah, I finished him Hit my fatality, I'm 'bout to finish her All in her mouth, you could say I'm a bubblegum Dunk on your bitch like LeBron, I'm not old as him She like my odor, she ask what cologne it is Niggas ain't pop since corona did I was nineteen with a Glock, COVID That's a Glock-19, nigga I don't even wanna do it, huh, I'ma let the team hit her Fell in love with these drugs, I'm on Percocets and lean, nigga Can't fall in with her cause she a waste of my time (Dawg) New R-I-A-A, I'm tryna expand my catalogue I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat' I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat' I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat' I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat' This the project, I'm not Pat I serve codeine to these addicts Shop at the store, I'm way past Sak's OG 1's in the Raq Huh, I'm in all black, huh All black, huh All black, huh All black, huh All black, huh From Letras Mania