Letras
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Ayy
J's, nigga, the real J's
21 degrees on this block and I got no sweater
The suckas ain't on bend this block, them niggas know better
My pimpin' senses kickin' in, this bitch got no cheddar
Drove past a bum on the blade, no, I won't sweat her
Balenciagas cost a Glock, I coulda bought a switch
Don't show your location on the 'Gram 'cause I might just spin
Or smoke him by his keyboard, so he can't type again
I been through the 5 all day, I'm swattin flys again
She got to touchin' through my phone and got her feelings hurt
Told her I was sorry, she forgave me, bitches never learn
Don't give a fuck if we just met, ayy, bitch, go get your purse
Left her somewhere at a gas station, yeah, Jaaybo a jerk
I washed my Gucci's down with bleach, I just stepped on some'
Different weeds in a doobie blunt, smoking stepped on suckas
Stop making songs about them drills, you ain't stepped on none
Let him get a pass cause that's your blood, I would've stepped on cousin
For real, my family brother switched, I got the right to smoke him
Stripped a north nigga, he had nothing but a iPhone on him
It was just me and lil Toos' tryna slide in them stoleys
Line me up a rapper, he wasn't ready to die for his Rollie
I threw up everything I ate after I popped a Perc
Just was on my way to smoke a opp, but someone popped him first
That P80 got silicone, it's gon' lock when it twerk
Can't respect your gangsta when it's fonk, you do not put in work
Somebody roll the FAD, I rolled Odelly up
Hit it three times, now I'm flyin', this shit deadly, huh?
I roll the Bass, I think its Quacky comin' out my blunt
Lul took a face shot, that nigga shoulda ducked
How y'all gon tell me that it's fonk, y'all main shooter gay
I don't fuck wit Smoove, I heard it's sugar in that nigga tank
Ain't in my hood, I'm with the threes posted at the gates
But everytime I'm home, i'm in the south with Glocks and baby K's
I could destroy the whole block, just make me mad enough
Your niggas just died back to back ain't y'all had enough?