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Letra : ​b*tch we ball

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Hold on, n***a, yeah
n***a, I'm high as f**k right now, yeah
I'm too high, I'm too high, uh

n***a, like hold on, n***a know we got Drac's inside this b*t*h
So don't move wrong, you could lose your life inside this b*t*h
Now I got two phones 'cause these hoes be on my d**k
Walked in with two poles, even though these n***as, they ain't on sh*t
We like the group home, hold on, two tone
Ayy, Freebandz sh*t, b*t*h, I feel like Pluto
Hold on, double R, uh, n***a, Taliban
Drac' came with a scope, uh, heard it hit his mans
Hold on, twin say, that sh*t fye as f**k, copped that new Drac'
Hold on, twin say, when you blow that b*t*h, make sure you hit his face
Hold on, twin say, I had to go and throw that b*t*h away
Ridin' broad day, ain't no witness so it ain't no case, n***a
Hold on, twin say, caught a PJ, yeah, we out the state
I'm like damn, how the f**k I catch a case right out of state?
And I caught that b*t*h soon as I left LA (Yeah)
I ain't have no bond, was out the second day (Ha, yeah)
Ayy, and f**k the rap sh*t, all these n***as gay (Yeah)
Ayy, big before them racks, yeah, I been paid (Ha)
b*t*h, yeah, most of my n***as don't rap, they still made a way
Me and Abby been locked in since the eighth grade
I say free lil' Will, he locked up in that cage (Free lil' Will)
Off this rap sh*t, my mama bills, they paid
Damani scored some drank so we finna pour it up
And my fans say they prayin' for me but I don't even give a f**k
And, n***a, f**k this money, n***a, throw that sh*t up
n***a, what you saved up, yeah, I put in my cup
These hoes can't get saved, n***a, they just out of luck
They say, "Kan, you sound the same," I had to change it up (Ha)
Yeah, these hoes can't get saved, n***a, they just out of luck, yeah, ha
Yeah, these hoes can't get saved, n***a, they just out of luck, yeah, ha

Told Kan, "Put the gloves on, n***a, we goin' in, don't drop that rod" (Yeah)
My n***a Duece tweaked out on X pills 'cause he might have to send that boy (Bah)
And don't you send ya lil' flunked out n***as out West unless you want his ass go meet God (Yeah)
We in that fast b*t*h, in the fast lane, that b*t*h knew it was us as soon as she saw it (Huh?)
My n***a sendin' that drank through the east script knowin' that b*t*h gon' land a mile
My n***as keep that self defense on even when you poppin' out at the mall
In a Ferrari Spider on the I-10, that b*t*h tryna crawl a f**kin' wall (Skrrt, woah)
Ain't none of my n***as hoes, we stand on all ten like we tall (Yeah)
She tryin' kick sh*t with the big dogs, put her ass on molly, she got lock jaw (Yeah)
n***a seen his b*t*h in my likes, askin' if I hit and I'm like, "Nah"
Just linked with my plug from the H, he showed me a hunnid, told him, "b*t*h, we ball"
All my ex b*t*h say I'm goin' Hollywood 'cause I be fowardin' all my calls
I'm sippin' Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, clutchin' that drank I'll knock yo' ass off
My n***a Wick clutch sticks like it's Taliban, he just walked in with a whole sawed-off
b*t*h keep tryna tell me she love me, lil' b*t*h, you stupid
Just take your clothes off

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