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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoGTA (With Metro Boomin)
307, two-door coupeGTA, I got shootersTurtle shell top, bulletproofWhatever I'm with, my bitch with it tooBalenciaga and them sticks includedCrash out, crash out, crashCrash out, crash out, crashSend a nigga straight up to GodHold it two hands, it's a carbon (Hold it two hands)Either you trappin' or robbin' (Either you trappin')Why waste your time if you flaugin? (Why waste your time?)Stackin' it, uh, rackin' it, uhalways up to Jupiter (Jupiter)Flip it, uh, flip it, flip it, coolServin' junkies, I was still in schoolZone 3, Zone 6 niggas never play fairthey gon' slime you outOnce you join a gang, it ain't no way you get outThey just jacked the carthey need 'em somethin' to spin outLayin' inside the bushes tryna get my rent upCame up on a bird and evеr since, I've been upRe-up on thе first and third, stashin' cash in shoe boxesGo wash your hands, you got 'em dirtyyou gon' need a new GlockDrinkin' on syrup, work, splurgeAdderall, Perc', Xan', XP90 Ruger, fully loaded TECHo confused, she just too obsessedWhatever I'm with, my bitch with it tooBalenciaga and them sticks includedCrash out, crash out, crashCrash out, crash out, crashWhatever I'm with, my bitch with it tooBalenciaga and them sticks includedCrash out, crash out, crashCrash out, crash out, crashHemi, Trackhawk, Scat Pack, dash458 Ferrari, drivin' it fastTrappin' is a hobby, you ain't gotta askTurned her to a Barbie, spoilin' her like a bratPunch sodas, woo, pour my Tus' for me, babyPuttin' the motor in the truck, then I go crazyLoaded up on new ice, yeah, load up on new carWorkin' it out of the 'partmentsnigga, trappin', servin' hardYoung niggas campin' outside, sleepin' in your yardCoppin' a bigger house, forty car garageSee what hustlin' get you when you goin' against the odd?No cappin', I'm taxin', wrappin' up a baleWhat kind of ice, that's a chandelierMy earrings lyin' to me when I look in the mirrorWhatever I'm with, my bitch with it tooBalenciaga and them sticks includedCrash out, crash out, crashCrash out, crash out, crashWhatever I'm with, my bitch with it tooBalenciaga and them sticks includedCrash out, crash out, crashCrash out, crash out, crashSend a nigga straight up to GodHold it two hands, it's a carbonEither you trappin' or robbin'Why waste your time if you flaugin?307, two-door coupeGTA, I got shooters
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