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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoCommercial (Feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
Tay Keith, this too hardTay Keith, fuck these niggas up[Lil Baby:]I paid some extra before we even come outAnd don't even wear it to show I ain't playin'I hit the bitch and I gave her some racksAnd I pull up my pants, she know I ain't stayin'Go run the store, run and get rubber bandsI done got rich, I done put on my mansChoppas in traffic, that's just how I'm livin'They say that I'm trippin', they wouldn't understandShe take a trip, she come back with a tanI take a trip, I come back with them bandsWhen I was dealin', it really was killin' themHad them come pinch, tryna see what I'm payin'She throw a hoodie on soon as we landShe don't like pics, I got too many fansI'm runnin' shit, I can do what I wantAnd it's really a limit, you do what you canI found the booth and I put that shit up'Fore I run out of cash, they're gonna run out of landI fell in love with this bitch 'cause her head was amazingI swear I don't even know her nameI'm 'bout to takeoff, I gave 'em a chanceThey gave me ten M&M's on advanceThought I'd be trappin' forever, but God came and blessed meI guess He was part of the planHow he on fire, but he cool as a fan?Can't get at you, we gon' get at your manThey can relate to me 'cause I be poppin'Put in they face, let them see what I'm sayin'I'm rockin' shows like I play with a bandFree all the bros, know I would if I canIf I don't mean it, I swear I ain't sayin' it'Fore I was 21, swear I was savage, smashHold up, who got Backwood? I need roll upDior store can't keep up with meI'm spendin' thousand like money is nothin' to meI'm never comin' back, them people under meNot the fans, yeah, the hatersLotta bands on the tableThey say I went commercial, I ain't know itThey want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' backPlay myself on my opposition, who doin' that?[Lil Uzi Vert:]We got FN with extensions, we throwin' thatHer ass got my full attention, she throwin' thatNiggas talkin' way too much, I ain't goin' backAnd forth with niggas, 'cause these niggas be holding racksOn the real, yeah, we know you don't own them racksFour pockets full, push 'em down, they start pokin' backI turn 8 million right until I'm a quarterbackSpend a million like I'm tryna bring Kobe back, 24 (Woo)I'm ready, I'm ready, I use the crockpot like it's BettyThey say the drop hot, and it's readyMight stretch it out but it ain't Fetti (Yes)Say my dawg doin' time, but I know he ain't gonna snitch'Cause it's still some shit he didn't tell meMy dogs at the celly, he told me the whole story over the celly (Brr, hello?)Went up in my price in my pocket like KellyFucked her in the telly', no I can't not say who, no tellyMy head gettin' heavyAyy, you know I still got Balmains on my assNo, I can't do no AmirisSaid I'm takin' trips, long flights they scaryShe said her birthday in March, okay, coolSo, that means you an AriesI told her "Gotta go, " she said "You serious? "Diamonds cold, it's December, my vibe Sagittarius[Lil Baby:]Hold up, who got Backwood? I need roll upDior store can't keep up with meI'm spendin' thousand like money is nothin' to meI'm never comin' back, them people under meNot the fans, yeah, the hatersLotta bands on the tableThey say I went commercial, I ain't know itThey want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' backPlay myself on my opposition, who doin' that?I can switch up and come back another wayYeah, the vibe ain't right, come back another dayBiggest dripper, I start up a tidal waveRemix weed we put it in a microwaveBatch for twenty-three, like I know Michael JHe can say what he want, but he gotta payUsed to hide all the guns where my momma estateSell my drugs 'round the cornerI pay all these bills, I'm a grown upMy cars all look different, I own 'emI ain't with no leasin', my bitch telling me I need creditIt's loud and clear if I said itI come from the gutter, I spend my a hundred on ChevysYou can take me out the hoodBut you can't take the hood out of meKnow the hood proud of meI Givenchy my tee, went and upgrade my teethI dropped out of school, but that paper on meHold up, who got Backwood? I need roll upDior store can't keep up with meI'm spendin' thousand like money is nothin' to meI'm never comin' back, them people under meNot the fans, yeah, the hatersLotta bands on the tableThey say I went commercial, I ain't know itThey want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' backPlay myself on my opposition, who doin' that?
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