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(No way, no way)
Blow that gas to cool my nerves some shit out my control
They take one of us take one of them and thats just how it goes
Had to get back to my true shit to many trips on that road
I ain't worried about him he the last nigga
Talking chips I wan hear bout them big figures
I ain't tripping I been knew I'm that nigga
Bro miss the pass I ain't tripping I'm still winning
I ain't slide with the K bitch its been a minute
If I'm riding I'm driving no top nigga
Clean that shit up you might just get mopped nigga
At the bottom I raised to the top nigga
Ok
Ok ok
If they ain't talking bout no pape
Then they ain't tryna server no plays
I was fucked up about that pape and somehow I still made a way
Just know if yo ho she in my phone she somewhere yeah getting slayed
Just know if I'm gone I'm blowing that gas bitch better get out my way
Really don't have the time to talk racks come straight out the safe
Steady yapping not tryna debate
I rather hustle not party today
Pulled up on side know I'm tryna race
Gave that boys shells ask him how it taste
I know madukes still working to this day
I'm tryna get a car and go get her a house
Man them boys ain't got no strive don't know what that shit is about
Twin walked in that bitch so high he cant even tell the amount
She tryna come to my place
Told the bitch open ya mouth
He talking all of that tuff
Turn that boy right to a case
We never hang with them boys
We cutting shit with the K
The way that I'm moving I don't have a place
(A place, no way)
Blow that gas to cool my nerves some shit out my control
They take one of us take one of them and thats just how it goes
Had to get back to my true shit to many trips on that road
I ain't worried about him he the last nigga
Talking chips I wan hear bout them big figures
I ain't tripping I been knew I'm that nigga
Bro miss the pass I ain't tripping I'm still winning
I ain't slide with the K bitch its been a minute
If I'm riding I'm driving no top nigga
Clean that shit up you might just get mopped nigga
At the bottom I raised to the top nigga
Ok
Ok ok
If they ain't talking bout no pape
Then they ain't tryna server no plays
I was fucked up about that pape and somehow I still made a way
Just know if yo ho she in my phone she somewhere yeah getting slayed
Just know if I'm gone I'm blowing that gas bitch better get out my way
Really don't have the time to talk racks come straight out the safe
Steady yapping not tryna debate
I rather hustle not party today
Pulled up on side know I'm tryna race
Gave that boys shells ask him how it taste



Autor(en): Willie Cal Hollins Jr



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