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Paroles : Da Mob

Cruising on the East with the gang and a bad b*t*h
And she getting money, she ain't nothing like my last b*t*h
I'ma blame Megan, got her thinking she a savage
Way before Corona, sh*ttyBoyz was living lavish
b*t*h, I'm with the gang, we do the stepping, ain't no horse in us
She can act boujee but I bet you that my n***as f**ked
on my n***a Stan, keep the weapon tucked
Competition? Nah, know they n***as cannot f**k with us
You don't shoot sh*t, you the 12th man
Bad b*t*h, hit her with the Gucci, I'm the belt man
Catch a package early, I was dapping up the mailman
Baby wanna f**k, why you got a man then?

Feel like [?] told his ass don't worry about it
Hundred rounder on the AR, f**k up thirty houses
August been a motherf**ker, I done blew like thirty thousand
Granny asking what that beep is, I think she heard me counting
I might beat yo ass, shoot yo ass, or I might do both
I can call Hutch in one click, you can't, kudos
Always say I'm done scamming then I do two more
Feel like [?] just hit Chase for a 2-0
Me and Mike Amiri beefing, his jeans too skinny
When I say it's one Tron in me, it ain't two Jimmys
Let me see two rats, the AR, it got two Mickeys
Too dizzy, boy, these turn arounds, they got my crew litty