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Italy going crazy

I was juuging and finessing from these niggas
Bought a new choppa, I ain't scared to pull the trigga
Pull up to your crib, and I hit another lick
Got the Glock with a dick, and it make your tummy sick
If you ain't talking money we don't even need to talk
Swerving through the streets, I be shooting up this block
I'm inside the store, I ain't even here to shop
Spent a couple bands, got myself another watch
If you f*ck with me, then you 'bout to get extorted
I be in the streets, taking money from your boyfriend
Please don't talk to me if you ain't talkin' 'bout some money
Live with no regrets, cause I know my slime's love me

Yeah I love to scam, yeah I love to steal
Glocky with a beam, And it ain't concealed
Aim it at your neck, boy you better duck
I'm up in the club, with my .40 tucked
Imma take your money, we ain't rollin' dice
Shoutout to my jeweler, got me cold as ice

I be smokin' moon rocks, I feel like I'm on Mars
Like on Mars, yeah feel like I'm on Mars
I'm taking all your money got your wallet, got your card
If you f*ck with me, if you

If you f*ck with me, then you 'bout to get extorted
I be in the streets, taking money from your boyfriend
Please don't talk to me if you ain't talkin' 'bout some money
Live with no regrets, cause I know my slime's love me

Slat
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Italy going crazy

I was juuging and finessing from these niggas
Bought a new choppa, I ain't scared to pull the trigga
Pull up to your crib, and I hit another lick
Got the Glock with a dick, and it make your tummy sick
If you ain't talking money we don't even need to talk
Swerving through the streets, I be shooting up this block
I'm inside the store, I ain't even here to shop
Spent a couple bands, got myself another watch
If you f*ck with me, then you 'bout to get extorted
I be in the streets, taking money from your boyfriend
Please don't talk to me if you ain't talkin' 'bout some money
Live with no regrets, cause I know my slime's love me

Yeah I love to scam, yeah I love to steal
Glocky with a beam, And it ain't concealed
Aim it at your neck, boy you better duck
I'm up in the club, with my .40 tucked
Imma take your money, we ain't rollin' dice
Shoutout to my jeweler, got me cold as ice

I be smokin' moon rocks, I feel like I'm on Mars
Like on Mars, yeah feel like I'm on Mars
I'm taking all your money got your wallet, got your card
If you f*ck with me, if you

If you f*ck with me, then you 'bout to get extorted
I be in the streets, taking money from your boyfriend
Please don't talk to me if you ain't talkin' 'bout some money
Live with no regrets, cause I know my slime's love me

Slat
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Writer: Jonathan Mar, Nelson Dowden
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