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LETRA
Mobb Ties Dope dealers, young niggas on some mob shit Nigga say he trippin', we gon' show him what a loss is Water on me baby, young ni*** on my Voss shit Golds in my mouth, poppin' percs, got me naseous Nigga keep your cool, bro your life you almost lost it F*** her in the pool, young ni*** on some boss shit Bape fit, Maisons touching pavement Gang shit, niggas think they on the same shit Hell nah, but I'm for real now We be sippin' big juice, poppin' seals now All my bitches pray to me, I make 'em kneel down Free my niggas, most my niggas doin' real time Can't trust a bitch who think she's hot if she f*** real lime Pour lean 'til I sleep, I'm tryna kill time While you asleep for school I was breakin' in cars Me and my niggas facing blunts 'cause he got faced with a charge Mix a seven in a two liter, headed straight for the stars All this money coming in, we headed straight to the Forbes If you mention one of my niggas then we slide and knock yours You want smoke, you get smoke, we gon' pull up for sure Rap niggas worried 'bout some features My niggas walkin' 'round with the sacks in our sneakers Big body work, we been fuckin' up the meters Shawty wanna f*** on a Libra Swervin', gang shit, niggas lurkin' Splurgin', I just blew a trap on a purple Workin', yeah broke bitch I be workin' You broke, I don't give no fucks, I'm a virgin Curvin', you ain't gettin' to it, you worthless I just be fuckin' up my check on purpose I just be ridin' 'round juggin', tryna murk shit Five of us, got the chopper baby like I'ma hit like I'm a gang No I'm not, that's a motherfuckin' change-up Blicky in the console if a ni*** wanna bang some' I'm a real ni***, girl you fuckin' with a fake one All about the bread, I might f*** around and bake some' F*** her from the back, I might f*** around and break some' Think before you act we gon' f*** around and spray some' Play dumb, bitch you know a ni*** get it Ride around the city with a seven summer sentence Bitch I'm up now, I ain't up next Your ni*** whack baby girl, let's have some fun sex Say your pu*** hurt but I ain't even done yet Twitter beefin' get you bullets where your lungs at I'ma mack hard While these lame tough niggas tryna act hard Went from Neimans to Ballys, my lil black card Poured off a four and a Sprite, sippin' on Wockhardt, hmm Niggas boostin' but they not hard How you thuggin' in the field, workin' at Walmart? Yeah you was doin' the dash, that was your mom's car Swervin', switchin' lanes in the spaceship You ain't tryna pay the fee, you's a lame bitch Hmm, goofy ass bitch, you gotta pay for this You see this young fly ni*** with this major drip Big forty bulging with the laser kit I just want them blue strips I pull a nine out and pop it at your loose lips Whole pint, let me see it, I'ma Boonk it See the gang, bitch we savage, bitch we ruthless, ridin' 'round too bitch Uzis and Rugers, you know I keep extended clips F*** on your main bitch, I know it don't make any sense Pass her on to Stinky, and then I'ma be hella rich Then crack another pint because I like to fuckin' sin All these bands on the floor, man I can't count Put the money in the money counter right now When that bitch hit a hundred, that's ten thou Wrap him up, put him down, put him in right thou I want lean, I want cash, I want straight drop Want a bitch with some ass and some great top Servin' eighths of the gas and the Kate Moss Every ni*** posted with me you know is a straight boss Pour a six, and I lean with it And I keep somethin' chunky with the beam in it Off a bean, bitin' down, look at me with it On the scene, wipe me down, lookin' clean with it Twitter beef, I don't want none' of that I just spent fifty racks but I want a hundred back All you niggas hella broke, let's go make fun of that If the pu*** hella tight then I'm gon' run it back, ayy Young ni*** sick with it, yopper got a stick in it That's my favorite pistol 'cause I hit a lot of licks in it If you cannot beat it, then it's simple ni***, get with it They don't want no smoke just like a blunt that ain't got piff in it Lil bitch I'm Big Vicious, yopper got a stick in it That's my favorite pistol, I can't even take a pic with it RIP my brothers, free Foster out of that state prison Shout out HellaWave and to all my killers I can't mention Most these niggas really just talkin', these niggas ain't vicious Doin' all that talkin' and walkin' because they ain't with it I ain't takin' losses, lil bitch be catious And if I f*** around, catch a body and I'ma toss it Broke bitches make me sick, naseuous I'm a savage and I'm vicious, don't know what to call it When I say we be off the drink ain't talkin' alcoholic I do shit you niggas can't, that's why I bought it
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