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(Yo, Luca, where you at?) I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah Yeah, I'ma just park that body, body Holy fuck, ridin' round in that Urus You look broke as fuck, broke as fuck I tote twenty-fifth, bitch, we stroll with Glocks I just popped that boy, popped that bird, yeah I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus trip I been living life like way too fast, I had to perish up Yeah, Rollie fuck, in the Bentley truck Uh, ridin' 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (come) Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns Uh, yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch You can come back every day, we will gon' kill you for months I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes You ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished You ain't fuckin' with the cost, you been penny pinchin' Birkin bag, holdin' weight We some Gods, holy ones Hold your field, hold your guts Neon guts, triple guts (skrrt) Flip it up, double dutch Take that back, fifty cups Yeah, shoot his bitch-ass up Yeah, hit that fitted up Uh, I just been takin' like smacks, I been smoked that-, bitch All they shit is trash, they been smoked up Every time I drop an album, I'ma one eye I can't do no more or less, 'cause I'm the one now Yeah, always lookin' behind my back like I got one eye Bitch, I'm paranoid as fuck, like, bitch, why wouldn't I be? (Why wouldn't I be?) Yeah, I ain't gotta explain to no one, bitch, I pull up and smack (blick 'em) I couldn't even trust nobody, yeah, I don't trust no one Pull up, we'll get you wacked, had to get you gone Pull up in crunch wrap, you better hurt some I can't trust not shit, not shit, not shit, not shit Yeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats (that makes sense) I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah Yeah, I'ma just park that body, body Holy fuck, ridin' round in that Urus You look broke as fuck, broke as fuck I tote twenty-fifth, bitch, we stroll with Glocks I just popped that boy, popped that bird, yeah I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus trip I been living life like way too fast, I had to perish up Yeah, Rollie fuck, in the Bentley truck Uh, ridin' 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (come) Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns Uh, yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch You can come back every day, we will gon' kill you for months I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes You ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished You ain't fuckin' with the cost, you been penny pinchin' (you broke as-)

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Enviado el 20 de octubre de 2022 Por Anonymous

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Lyfë

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Field Trip Recordings/Geffen Records

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8 de septiembre de 2022

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bentley holy shit kill back i'ma every trust fifty fuckin' bitch plenty been with like just pulled this broke ties urus crib body minutes ridin' yeah ain't shoot come pull guts popped fuck that

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