Letras
Yeah, yeah, what's Trapnin, that Mula, hun, G-Wade out the Pin Man, Y9 Kitchen Boys, tryna
To lock a na down, all Summer 16, nah, nah,
Free The Whop free Guap nigga, G-Wade Checkin' out, fresh, Fresh, fresh Up out the county Dour pass The Dour bi bitches Come with the Money and the Power, have so Many guns we Can shoot for Hours, fuck hospital Beds, just Coffin and Flowers
Back up in the Streets, they let The plug walk, my Lawyer eat it Up, Champ I did my Brick walk, Back In my mama Kitchen, Cookin' Chickens up
None of my ns snitchin', we All sittin' up, that yhoppa just Like A Uber, it'll pick you up, I Treat the top like a treadmill, I Just Run it up Free meek, free Snow, that's my Partner, partner I'm the plug, Ja Rule, bitch, holla, Holla,
My vato Sendin' in them Packs, That's my Guala, guala it's War when I got that nine like Iguodala, I told my ns we Gon' beat it at preliminary, 12 Makin' up shit like the Tooth Fairy Bail light is shit, cost me Five Pounds of reggie,
Sellin' all This D, got a na Pockets Heavy, I'm In love with That guap Like it's February
I go broke, I get the mask like Jim Carrey, Vvs in my bezel, no Plain Jane, free Oskie, free Jerry, Free Glizz and Mayne
I dig ya bitch from the back, I hit It with pain,
All these damn Foamposits I'm Guappy Lucaine, Infint take Premium, I'm blowin' Propane no Tints on the squad, Still gettin' The brain, they tryna Indict me On 200 of some Cocaine, they Tryna Indict me on 200 of some Cocaine
Yeah, yeah What's Trapnin Y9 Kitchen Boys, 8 What up, man Diddy, what's up, man, Ready, What's up, man, R.
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P my yuddy Coach, man, Mack, what's up, Man
Rule the hood, rule the hood, G-Wade out that fuckin' pen, man, 2016, man, the empire, hun, that Mula