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I got a million.. Yeah Bitch We lit in the city, I got them bricks in the city My pheins is picky, I pimp in the city I got your bitch in the city, her pussy is pretty We spinning wit 50s, you know that Drakey is wit me its singing like Drizzy, I'm trappin I'm busy You know my phone is litty put fetty and Brickies And I'm from the millie Pussy, you ain't takin' shit, you gon' have to kill me In the hallway, hit the lights, do it, nigga Filthy, yeah, I get busy Send me all the filth with them hollows, I get cheeky Niggas talkin', all that gut smoke, nigga, get with me Get with us, or get hit up A matter of fact, come pick your bitch up Suckin' me up till she hiccup I'm in the trap, loadin my stick up I'm workin' my wrist, ain't no sit-ups I'm with some hyenas, we vicious You pull up, we sprayin' the whip up We kick down the doors to stick up Your baby mama set the lick up Get you shot in your face, throw your fist up And your bitches call me for a fix-up I'm gettin' stoned up like Medusa Got a Fn I don't told ruga When I step in, I come with the shooters Don't do threatenin' over computers You niggas hoes, and you petty I done ran out my fetty with Fetty If you want it, pull up to the Ghetty We be in the hood like Ed and Eddie And the weed line flowin' great And the coke line flowin' steady And we silverbacks, we apes When I get up on him, it get messy Aye ox, nigga, hold up Let me tell you about this weed I rolled up Matter of fact, nigga, so what I keep 40 on me, and you know that's on tuck You f*ck niggas so butt, y'all be rattin' now And niggas already know what's up I don't even dap niggas I just hit them with the what's up and a shoulder shrug I'ma get my shine on, stand out the way Niggas know that I'm runnin' up It could be broad day on a Sunday If it's up, nigga, then I'm goin' bust Nigga thought he had a pint of that codeine Good look, nigga, that was tussin' Heard niggas that they grind me and robbed Even for them bucks, nigga, that was us I be on that pimp shit, you on simp shit And you know these hoes be scandalous And you know we got 30 rounds, got 50 rounds Got 100 rounds, we're bananas And now you done fucked around, now I'm runnin' down F*ck around, kill your ass on camera Pussy nigga, I'll be on your roof If it ain't Christmas time, and you know my name ain't Santa good Dope, don't step on it In the trap with the chopsticks, not the ones from the restaurant In the kitchen, I'ma work my wrist Microwave, get the stretchin' on Rich pheins, upper echelon AK like a wrecking ball A lot of smoke, I inhale it all I love the smoke, I melt it off F*ck is you tellin', dawg I ain't in the gang, or it's plain Jane Make a wrong move, we set it off You got p's of the pressure then mail off Before the mail come ima sell it all I ain't cookin' up shit, I'ma sell it soft I ain't steppin' on shit, I'ma sell it raw Roll the dice on a bitch, I might f*ck it raw I've been goin' off Smack her eatin', got me tweakin' Baby, I ain't goin' soft Clap a nigga when I leave him, leave him with his shoulders off Drag a bitch down the street like a nigga RuPaul