Letras
Ayy! ayy ayy (juicy)
Boss nigga layoff
I got this shot, I gotta take it
My pockets were slim, but my nigga was hella shaded
Do this shit right, and you gon be somebody's favorite
Apologies—you can save it, and if it's fake, I embraced it
Look at mama, I made it—the chair, he ain't nothing to play with
Smoking watching surveillance—you know it's wild on the payment
Niggas wild for them statements, been talking foul, that's a flagrant
Chasing paper, Jamaicans could make a move, I was making
Set the record and break it, then held the best in the nation
I wanna ball like a Laker but still deliver and cater
So let me know about the flavor, and knock it high, let the waiter
Somehow I ran outta favors, this shit about to get major, I say hold up
Let me do this shit I never tried—niggas froze up
Let me close the door, it's gon get violent when I show up
I ain't heard a word—niggas quiet, pick your pole up
Let them niggas know it's time to ride
Boy, I'm sore in my body—murder don't know nothing about it
Playing chess and I'm plotting hoping and praying I spot them
They told me, Get them, I got them—now do we got us a problem?
Put the dot on the scholar—know I get down for a dollar
I say hold up, let me do this shit I never tried
Niggas froze up, let me close the door
It's gon get violent when I show up
I ain't heard a word—niggas quiet
Pick your pole up and let them niggas know it's time to roll
I say hold up, let me do this shit I never tried
Niggas froze up, let me close the door
It's gon get violent when I show up
I ain't heard a word—niggas quiet
Pick your pole up and let them niggas know it's time to ride
Boy, I'm sore in my body—murder don't know nothing about it
Playing chess and I'm plotting hoping and praying I spot them
They told me, Get them, I got them—now do we got us a problem?
Put the dot on the collar—know I get down for a dollar
They go in, I get the dough, ain't tryna score them with fifthy
Let me put the other together and get with me in this minute
Serving my people, I'm tripping
Get that shit how I live it
They gon look at me different when I hop out looking spiffy
Yeah, I ran a few rounds, but I ain't rough no nigga
Heard a lot, I believe it—it ain't come from no nigga
Know how I come, get me a beat and I go dumb on a nigga
I'm blowin' dope in the Swisher 'til my lungs gettin' bigger
I load and load it up
Air it out until ain't nothing left when you get close enough
Let it ring and leave a nigga deaf when my emotions up
Had to make it count with every step, I got my focus up
Killing shit, they gon think I'm caressing ayy
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