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Huh, 1017 Mafia
TLE Cinco, it's Gucci
Go
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin',
no cap, these cap-ass
niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day,
I'ma pull up hittin'
(Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say ain't know,
the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood
and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks,
need designer for fees
You can't compare me
to niggas, I'm different, ayy
Salute to, nigga,
he fucked my bitch
I was locked up, they like "Cinc',
where the fuck you been?"
I'm sippin' real codeine, no cup of
And if I fuck one time,
I can fuck again (Ayy)
I'm on that bullshit right now,
eighty light, be singin',
just poppin'
I got a switch on the Glick,
turn his shirt to a nightgown
Ayy, all of a sudden,
nigga dissin', they
come up missin'
Ayy, I get this shit,
just as long as thеy printed
Ayy, caught me an opp,
he sprintеd
Hey, I'm mixin' drank
with the drank
and I feel like a chemist
Fine lil' bitch wanna drank it, pourin'
But I can't cuff no ho',
I'm sorry (Hey, hey)
I'm on the stay
with a ratchet, mornin'
That fire, these niggas
knowin' the hardest, ayy
Get paid for this shit, I'm a artist
It ain't fuck with the school,
I'm retarded
Hey, I'm in the front in the front,
with a red dead
This codeine red, theirs purple
like Barney (Ayy)
Five-hundred shots
in this motherfuckin' truck
Nigga, I get the drop
and I'm shootin' it off
Soon as I get the number,
I'm suin' the
Big boss Cinc', I'm cool as fuck
Trapped out,
I can't serve no rounds
If I can't catch him,
I'm whackin' that man
She just slap him, blow like fan
These niggas cappin',
I know they a fan
I told him take off, a fact,
let 'em know you ain't chopstick
Beat, I make him dance
I don't really like that bitch,
quit playin'
I'm sayin', get to that check
and I do it again
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin',
no cap, these cap-ass
niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day,
I'ma pull up hittin'
(Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say ain't know,
the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood
and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks,
need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas,
I'm different, ayy
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin',
no cap, these cap-ass
niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day,
I'ma pull up hittin'
(Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say ain't know, the fuck?
He did know
I did this shit for
the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks,
need designer for fees
You can't compare me
to niggas,
I'm different, ayy (Go)
Ice on my neck, ice on my wrist,
all of my shit be hittin' (Brr)
How you a rapper,
ain't makin' no money?
Boy, you should think
about quittin' (Well, damn)
I don't do shit
for the love or the fun,
I do this shit
for the millions (Milli's)
Rap nigga need
to just stay in they bag,
but they keep stayin'
in they feelings (Bitch)
Don't bring up my ex-ho's,
I left them all in the trenches (Hoes)
Opinions just like ass-hoes,
everyone got an opinion
(Opinion)
Guwop teamed with Cinco,
we star, just like Ringo
Pull up and the kids scream
"Bingo", bitch keep stealin'
my lingo (Well, damn)
Standin' on top of you,
move like the mafia
Who want fish scale,
'cause we keep them? (Skrrt)
'Wop singin' rappers
who trappers went popular
If he weren't rappin',
they probably be robbin' you (Wow)
Say you want smoke
with my crew, then (Smoke)
Know we keep two's,
we tote hammers like
So Icy Boyz, we done broke
the thermometers
Stack off the winter,
just dipped for the summer
(It's Gucci)
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin',
no cap, these cap-ass
niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day,
I'ma pull up hittin'
(Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say ain't know,
the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood
and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks,
need designer for fees
You can't compare me
to niggas, I'm different, ayy
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin',
no cap, these cap-ass
niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day,
I'ma pull up hittin'
(Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say ain't know,
the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for
the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks,
need designer for fees
You can't compare me
to niggas, I'm different, ayy
TLE Cinco, it's Gucci
Go
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin',
no cap, these cap-ass
niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day,
I'ma pull up hittin'
(Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say ain't know,
the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood
and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks,
need designer for fees
You can't compare me
to niggas, I'm different, ayy
Salute to, nigga,
he fucked my bitch
I was locked up, they like "Cinc',
where the fuck you been?"
I'm sippin' real codeine, no cup of
And if I fuck one time,
I can fuck again (Ayy)
I'm on that bullshit right now,
eighty light, be singin',
just poppin'
I got a switch on the Glick,
turn his shirt to a nightgown
Ayy, all of a sudden,
nigga dissin', they
come up missin'
Ayy, I get this shit,
just as long as thеy printed
Ayy, caught me an opp,
he sprintеd
Hey, I'm mixin' drank
with the drank
and I feel like a chemist
Fine lil' bitch wanna drank it, pourin'
But I can't cuff no ho',
I'm sorry (Hey, hey)
I'm on the stay
with a ratchet, mornin'
That fire, these niggas
knowin' the hardest, ayy
Get paid for this shit, I'm a artist
It ain't fuck with the school,
I'm retarded
Hey, I'm in the front in the front,
with a red dead
This codeine red, theirs purple
like Barney (Ayy)
Five-hundred shots
in this motherfuckin' truck
Nigga, I get the drop
and I'm shootin' it off
Soon as I get the number,
I'm suin' the
Big boss Cinc', I'm cool as fuck
Trapped out,
I can't serve no rounds
If I can't catch him,
I'm whackin' that man
She just slap him, blow like fan
These niggas cappin',
I know they a fan
I told him take off, a fact,
let 'em know you ain't chopstick
Beat, I make him dance
I don't really like that bitch,
quit playin'
I'm sayin', get to that check
and I do it again
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin',
no cap, these cap-ass
niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day,
I'ma pull up hittin'
(Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say ain't know,
the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood
and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks,
need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas,
I'm different, ayy
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin',
no cap, these cap-ass
niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day,
I'ma pull up hittin'
(Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say ain't know, the fuck?
He did know
I did this shit for
the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks,
need designer for fees
You can't compare me
to niggas,
I'm different, ayy (Go)
Ice on my neck, ice on my wrist,
all of my shit be hittin' (Brr)
How you a rapper,
ain't makin' no money?
Boy, you should think
about quittin' (Well, damn)
I don't do shit
for the love or the fun,
I do this shit
for the millions (Milli's)
Rap nigga need
to just stay in they bag,
but they keep stayin'
in they feelings (Bitch)
Don't bring up my ex-ho's,
I left them all in the trenches (Hoes)
Opinions just like ass-hoes,
everyone got an opinion
(Opinion)
Guwop teamed with Cinco,
we star, just like Ringo
Pull up and the kids scream
"Bingo", bitch keep stealin'
my lingo (Well, damn)
Standin' on top of you,
move like the mafia
Who want fish scale,
'cause we keep them? (Skrrt)
'Wop singin' rappers
who trappers went popular
If he weren't rappin',
they probably be robbin' you (Wow)
Say you want smoke
with my crew, then (Smoke)
Know we keep two's,
we tote hammers like
So Icy Boyz, we done broke
the thermometers
Stack off the winter,
just dipped for the summer
(It's Gucci)
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin',
no cap, these cap-ass
niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day,
I'ma pull up hittin'
(Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say ain't know,
the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood
and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks,
need designer for fees
You can't compare me
to niggas, I'm different, ayy
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin',
no cap, these cap-ass
niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day,
I'ma pull up hittin'
(Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say ain't know,
the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for
the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks,
need designer for fees
You can't compare me
to niggas, I'm different, ayy
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