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Heard Of Me letra


Shit, that's that bitch
Damn, ken man
Uh, baow
It's lil top, nigga, what it is
You already know how I get down
I got all these bitches around, all these bitches inside my home
Yeah, with a half a million inside my bag, bitch
Yeah, with a big strap on my couch, right now
How you wan' do it?
Nigga, biggest five, hah

Now, look, I know you heard of me, hah
I leave shit dead inside the street, I had foreign cars at just sixteen, bitch
Now, look, I know you heard of me
I got my momma out the hood, I got myself from out the streets, bitch, I'm the man
I said: I know you heard of me
'Bout how I leave 'em dead from goin' cross that net, playin'
Tryna see 'bout that shit you sayin'
I know you heard of me, bah, bah, bitch, that be me
Come gеt that blick outside my hand, I'm murder man, bitch
That drum gon' talk like it's a band

Got еighty acres worth of land
But they won't see me lose, won't see me lose my groove
Won't see me throw my fuckin' hand
They ain't give a hand not one time, pussy bitch, I'm 'bout mine
And I been known to slang iron, I'll have your whole family cryin'
And I made millions through my whole career
Dropped from outta school without a plan
I could've fucked up, got killed
I been on the stand just like a man, these twenty-three long years
Life inside in the can, I said: I can
Bitch, who would not shed tears? Bitch, keep it real

Don't want take that route 'cause I'm out, I done let it off in the south
Havin' police knock on the door, momma tell me: Stay in the house
Had some pain since I was a child, hope your happiness done been bought
Or least been earned, I been goin' hard ever since I had my turn, oh
I see these pussy niggas plottin' on me
I say I gotta keep that rocket on me
In the club stuntin' with these hoes
Just don't know, nigga watchin' your arm, huh

They watch my neck, huh, know I got that check
I'm gon' flex, got that tec, huh
Play, I let this bitch out right on set, best come correct
Or get stomped out your shit, this a bet
Bitch, I'm rich, I ride around with that stick, fuck a fed
Got too much sense inside my head to lose it all behind a ho
Tryna get a session with DJ khaled and make 'em all lay on the floor
Tryna let that rookie open my venue and kill his whole clique at the show
He's from a hour away, and from that distance, I could see that he a hoe
I peep your chain out wit' my scope, I get your address from my four
We grab them sticks, it's time to kill, play jackie neal, that's how we roll
I know life won't be fucked up forever, God blessin' all the steppers
Trap niggas and real bitches, my clique gon' ball forever
Wreck, we gon' bang it out, we gon' hit it, just let me know
Pop a pussy, pop prescriptions, pop a check, ooh
Bitch, pop that pussy, fuck who lookin', throw that neck, ooh
I beat it down, straight from the back, then eat you like my food
Now, look, I know you heard of me
That boy who breakin' all the rules, that child who barely find peace
That boy who make that bitch get tattoos of a whole face of me
Inside cristal, we soak our feet, it's gangsta

Now, look, I know you heard of me, hah
I leave shit dead inside the street, I had foreign cars at just sixteen, bitch
Now, look, I know you heard of me
I got my momma out the hood, I got myself from out the streets, bitch, I'm the man
I said: I know you heard of me
'Bout how I leave 'em dead from goin' cross that net, playin'
Tryna see 'bout that shit you sayin'
I know you heard of me, bah, bah, bitch, that be me
Come get that blick outside my hand, I'm murder man, bitch
That drum gon' talk like it's a band

I can see these pussy niggas plottin' on me
I say I gotta keep that rocket on me
In the club stuntin' with these hoes
Just don't know, nigga watchin' your arm
Don't want take that route 'cause I'm out, I done let it off in the south
Havin' police knock on the door, momma tell me: Stay in the house
Had some pain since I was a child, hope your happiness done been bought
Or least been earned, I been goin' hard ever since I had my turn, oh

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