lyrics: For to fall, they been waitin’ on me, I know that’s what they all say Live it up, they been hatin’ on me, I ain’t trippin’ ’cause we all paid New Givenchy, fuck the critics Ridin’ on the wave, you gon’ wash away I came in by myself, they ain’t listen I was the nigga with the ticket, the one had the ambition Came up runnin’, we’ll take off from them cop cars When we got caught, ain’t do no trippin’, that’s what made us This 30 stick up in this Glock, this what saved us To bullshit, hard like a rock, it won’t change us Behind my mans, I’ll die today, I won’t change up I put that shit on his momma, we did some dirt with that choppa We done upgraded to models, bitches want fuckin’, come swallow They tryna slip out the condom, these bitches bite like piranhas The one I want, I ain’t find her But spendin’ time with them robbers, we all play with them choppas, we shoot this shit at yo’ momma Smokin’ on dope, clutchin’ my pole, hollerin’, “Bitch, you want problems?” Another hymen, another body, another hat for the dollar Come to murder, ain’t no talkin’, we leave yo’ streets bloody I’m tryna knock this brother off with the same gun And I ain’t ask him, go ask him just where I came from Tell me, is we gon’ die? ‘Cause, nigga, we gon’ be slangin’ iron today Leave me alone, I’m seein’ trouble in
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