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Prod. By FreeWorld Shot & Directed By @Jose_1st Follow E4rmDaCity Everywhere: Instagram: / bignintendo32 Twitter: / bignintendo32 "Beefing with Who" from Latest Album entitled "BigNintendo" Don't Forget to Subscribe to my YouTube Channel to keep up with the Latest Updates! Stream E4rmDaCity HERE http://smarturl.it/bignintendo *LYRICS* Bust me a jugg ugh Yea Hold up Ugh Bust me a jugg make 2 bands out the wake up Pull up with the draco nobody gon save'em He say he a demon, I make'em see Satan He chill with the Opps Send him to his Maker Ooou Im on that Bullshit again Spin me that Bin And I spin it again Im on that bullshit again When I spin me that bin And I spin it again This glick 2 Tone I got the bricks coming in by the metric ton Took me a flight, put the pack on a flight I kill that pussy, I kiss it goodnight Ugh Yea Real street nigga Get caught loafin Get Worldstar Nigga Man I let my nuts hang I really Go Hard Nigga I fuck with the Ru, but this Mac hit better Ugh Yea Streets turned me cold, put some ice on my chest Bands on my head, I got work en le Pesa My man serving Butter, he whippin manteca I started selling dimes, right there on Mt. Pleasant 18 for the p, you could come and see me Nigga beefin with me Keep that shit in the streets Man I Pull on that trigger, tendo 64 I spin me that bin bodies hit the floor I want the smoke got the P's for the low My uncle had ki's had a boat in the gulf I aint see nothin nigga I dont know This shit aint bout nothin nigga we could blow ARP when I slide had to switch from the AR Ima smoke you on site Yea nigga, Pa que sepa Estaba de goma, pedi una sopa These nigga be folding be telling La Chota They Building them cases, there names on them folders Pick it up in a Lyft, Put the shit in a Rover Take a look at my wrist, That shit is on froze This glicky gon hit, bullet holes leave'em open By all means we gon flip, but the game it aint over Still trap like the 80s, them glicks in the sofa Im smoking on Runtz, Got my eyes like a stoner Hold Up Bust me a jugg make 2 bands out the wake up Pull up with the draco nobody gon save'em He say he a demon, I make'em see Satan He chill with the Opps Send him to his Maker Ooou Im on that Bullshit again Spin me that Bin And I spin it again Im on that bullshit again When I spin me that bin And I spin it again This glick 2 Tone I got the bricks coming in by the metric ton Took me a flight, put the pack on a flight I kill that pussy, I kiss it goodnight Ugh Yea Real street nigga Get caught loafin Get Worldstar Nigga Man I let my nuts hang I really Go Hard Nigga I fuck with the Ru, but this Mac hit better Ugh