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I wake up tough decisions go Balenci or the rick
I pop out baby glock 23 or 26
I got killers in the truck plus i bullet proof the whip
Ok lets go know we bout it bout it im the one to split yo wigs
We cant pull over we got time in this ride
Im still outside with the gang 365
All these pointers on my wrist it feel like my hands are tied
Got the addy to your crib and we might come inside
4am in magic city like this shit dont ever end
Had to go and make the ends meet just to make it out the ends
I still could slide and go fuck on my ex
She circle back and she act like we friends
I wake up tough decisions go Balenci or the rick
I pop out baby glock 23 or 26
I got killers in the truck plus i bullet proof the whip
Ok lets go know we bout it bout it im the one splittin wigs
We cant pull over we got time in this ride
Im still outside with the gang 365
All these pointers on my wrist it feel like my hands are tied
Got the addy to your crib and we might come inside
Off the juice off the liquor now he loose with the trigger
I catch a high off the music my focus being bigger
She gonn charge a lil fee but see me real nigga
She want be and eat and sleep with killers
I can get em wacked just off the phone see i got reach
With tequila in my cup and my foot all in the beach
These bitches goin crazy for the kid like my fiends
Fuck around and pick you up but you look better on your knees
I wake up tough decisions go Balenci or the rick
I pop out baby glock 23 or 26
I got killers in the truck plus o bullet proof the whip
Ok lets go know we bout bout it im the one splittin wigs
We cant pull over we got time in this ride
Im still outside with the gang 365
All these pointers on my wrist it feel like my hands are tied
Got the addy to your crib and we might come inside



Авторы: Quinton Gardner, Dane Szabo, Artem Raschepkin



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