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BandPlay. You know growin' up, A street nigga dream is to meet a plug. Somebody that, you know, can stay consistent with a Nigga. Woo, I'm 'bout to run me up a Check again. Yeah. Thank the Lord I just met Another Mexican. Ayy. What it do? I been payin' the same Price as you. True. Bitch, go do somethin' about it if you don't Like it too. We trap again. Trap. I take a Uber, bring it straight to You. Woo. I got shooters who gon' shoot it Out with the state trooper. Uh-huh. Carbon with the cooler, dressed in black, Go get the moolah. Still'll pull up and pick Up the pack, don't let me fool you. Uh-huh. I'm rockin' Givenchy in these trenches, Nigga. These trenches. I put insurance on the bags That they send me, nigga. I'm serious. I know that lil' nigga that ran off with That sack. Keep runnin'. I know them people too that mailed his head Back. Lord. I can't wait to open this. Trap. It's so much dope in this. Trap. I got about a million on me, hope That they don't notice this. Trap. I know a green thumb white boy who Just growed us this. He growed it. You done changed my whole life, boy, when you Sold us this. You know Let's throw a powder Party, feel like Pablo in these projects. Woo. Party, party, party like Chapo got out, Bitch. Yeah. Loco, loco, loco, we got coco. We got work, yeah. Only real niggas in my Photo. In my photo. Only real killers in my photo. They know though. Only real trappers in my photo. You know, ho. Loco, loco, loco, We got coco. We got work, yeah. Only real plugs in my photo. Photo, Uh, narco, narco, narco, We got cargo. Pickin' up cargo. GG, just go get the yayo, that's on Mario. That's on Mario. I got these eighteen-wheelers Rollin' full throttle. Full throttle. I got a dog that need food, He lost his collar. Lost collar. Niggas been warin' lately. Yeah. Terror tourin' lately. Trap. I been in somebody bitch kitchen goin' crazy. Loco, loco, loco. I been on somebody block sellin' foreign to babies. Narco, I'm makin' sure niggas get shot that do Not pay me. Pablo, Pablo. Let's throw a powder party, feel like Pablo in These projects. Woo. Party, party, party like Chapo got out, Bitch. Loco, loco, loco, we got coco. We got work, yeah. Only real niggas in my Photo. In my photo. Only real killers in my photo. They know though. Only real trappers in my photo. You know, ho. Loco, loco, loco, We got coco. We got work, yeah. Only real plugs in my photo. Photo, photo. Uh, woo, I'm 'bout to run me up a Check again. Thank the Lord I just met another Mexican. Loco, loco, loco. Narco, narco, narco, narco. Pablo, Pablo, Pablo.