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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoOutfit (With 21 Savage)
Yeah, hundred K lightthat's just travel to me (Check, please)I ain't goin' back and forth, bitch, I'm capital PAin't dropped a song when my trap still on beatWe got three thousand pounds, how the fuck we gon' sleep?Lost a few guys, but I ain't lose no sleepAin't no roof on this 'Rariain't duckin' no beam (What else?)I'm the big dog, niggas puppies to me (What?)That's my shit, but she can't be in public with meFuckin' these bitches ain't nothin' to meI had pretty shit when it was ugly for me (On God)Real hustler, I am (Am)I could send a pack all the way to Thailand (Thailand)He can't do nothin' for you, but I can (I'm him, I can)Bulletproof, that wherever I land atIn the hood where I'm high in demand at (Demand)Ten whole summers, no fumbles, I ran thatPillow talkin' to hoes got your man jackedAll that hidin' in the house got your man stampedBaby land, we done sold out a WHAM pack (Gone)Certified, came home servin' 'em gram sacks"Go be rich or die tryin', " I chance that (Chance it)I took off, but I still sent a hand back (A hand)Give the trenches some hopePut it on like I'm still sellin' dopethe new 'Rari a four door (Four door)Me and bae on the yacht with some hoesWhen we done, call 'em over and go eat at KomodoIn Skyami, I move like a pope now (Keisha)She a good one, but love to get choked out (Come here)I make anywhere turn to a dope houseIn the mix, but I'm keepin my folks out it, yeahHoppin' out a lambchopHotter than AtlantaSomeone cut the fan onWhole lot of bands on me, yeahShirt two thousand, jeans six thousandKicks two thousand, dime on the outfitDice game, geeked up, Cadillac V-truckTrack' with the kill switch, all that type shitBought a 'Rari, I'm rich, I ain't rent oneI'm on Candler where I get my tint doneIf she askin' for money, I send someGet her hair and her nails, and her hips doneAll the trucks be P, we got ten of 'emWhen you talk 'bout a real one, I been oneIf you point out a opp, I'ma spin oneWe give all of 'em belt, nigga, then someNiggas goin' back and forth, ain't none of thatIf she fine and she thick, I'ma double-tapPut a switch on the back, gotta double-tapGet him smacked, turn around, give his brother dapG-block, cutthroat, where they thuggin' atIt's a few rap niggas that'll never ratI'm one, engineer, this where you cut it atAll the fans and the blogs need to study thatSuper Saiyan from the back, I GokuShe a rachet-ass bitch, put her on ZeusI'm a player, I'll run through the whole crewBrought Drac' with me and it know kung fuIf I hit him in the jaw, then he gon' sueColored diamonds in the Richard like Hi-ChewsShe like, "How the car barkin'? " Ain't no roofWhen you suck me, I don't wanna feel no toothNigga, fuck your big dog, say you know whoWe got sticks for them niggas and smoke tooNeed to call the opps vibes, they hoes tooProbably wouldn't step on shit with a old shoeI got rich and I iced out the whole zooIf she bad and she quiet, I go throughSlow music, she fuckin' me slow tooI'm an R&B nigga off Pro ToolsIf it's war with us, you probably gon' loseFrom Atlanta, ain't playin' by no rulesCatch him at the red light, nigga, don't snoozeGlock. 40, Gen5, nigga, don't moveBulletproof Maybach, put it on cruiseTake a nigga main bitch, put her on a cruiseOn your knees, don't stop, let me see a bruiseYou might get a Kelly bag if you make it oozeHoppin' out a lambchop (Ooze)Hotter than AtlantaSomeone cut the fan onWhole lot of bands on me, yeahShirt two thousand, jeans six thousandKicks two thousand, dime on the outfitDice game, geeked up, Cadillac V-truckTrack' with the kill switch, all that type shit
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