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[Hook: Young Scooter] All you pussy niggas coppin’ pleas Like you convicted a felony You lil niggas ain’t beefin’ ‘bout money You might as well call off all beefs Turn fifty to 200 Gs Bitch I got the recipe Black Amigo, we speak guapanese You can hate but ain’t gon’ fuck with me [Verse 1: Young Scooter] You gotta watch who you sell that dope Because these pussy niggas coppin’ pleas I do what the fuck I want, bitch I’m a street lottery Trap runnin’ like 24, we got indoors, we got outdoors We take a week to sell 20 pounds But fuck nigga your trap slow I got truckloads like Costco I got tons of gas like Texaco Hundred real niggas ‘round me From Edgewood to Lil Mexico Trap house with no doors A couple mill out the dope bowl I see through these fake ass niggas And no I do not trust hoes You niggas ain’t beefin’ ‘bout money You niggas rather beef ‘bout a bitch [Hook: Young Scooter] All you pussy niggas coppin’ pleas Like you convicted a felony You lil niggas ain’t beefin’ ‘bout money You might as well call off all beefs Turn fifty to 200 Gs Bitch I got the recipe Black Amigo, we speak guapanese You can hate but ain’t gon’ fuck with me [Verse 2: Jose Guapo] I got to ride with the rifle I got to ride with the bible I got to keep it beside me I got to keep it beside me I got a book bag beside me It got a QP inside it I’ma hit hard when we [?] Young Guapo might start up a riot We did this shit for the streets I count up the money with street Young Guapo don’t fuck with you creeps Get it back in every week Niggas been callin’ off beef Talkin’ ‘bout 200 to 3 We know you gon’ cop a plea You was never in the streets Don’t know you, I speak guapanese We want them pints and them Ps [?] Hendrix with me Got too much money on me Smoke on that reefer and choke Scooter just got off a boat Got shooters you know that they toke Young Guapo, I’m far from a ho [Hook: Young Scooter] All you pussy niggas coppin’ pleas Like you convicted a felony You lil niggas ain’t beefin’ ‘bout money You might as well call off all beefs Turn fifty to 200 Gs Bitch I got the recipe Black Amigo, we speak guapanese You can hate but ain’t gon’ fuck with me
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