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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 my rear view They steady talkin', show them different, but they still do And you can rap that gangster shit, I still don't feel you You make one move and my young niggas gon' drill you I make that music that them young niggas gon' kill to You in the streets, so watch yo' back, don't let 'em steal you He got a problem, he'll shoot, I'll kill, too Ain't trippin' [?], shawty what these pills do I see these hoes steady cappin', tryna fed you Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too Told her I love her, she responded, "Bitch, I hate you" Totin' .380, I'ma show 'em what that K do [?] in all black Maybach, I need a Wraith, too Nigga, don't run up on this bitch 'cause we gon' spray you Aim at the nose, straight out the flap, bitch, we gon' face you Bleed from the nose, I'm screamin "blatt," the truth like Jesus Even though I did, don't let them people say I made you 'Cause I'ma steady do shit that you can't do 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 my rear view They steady talkin', show them different, but they still do And you can rap that gangster shit, I still don't feel you You make one move and my young niggas gon' drill you I make that music that them young niggas gon' kill to You in the streets, so watch yo' back, don't let 'em steal you He got a problem, he'll shoot, I'll kill, too Ain't trippin' [?], shawty what these pills do I see these hoes steady cappin', tryna fed you Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too