Go in all the opps' bios, ayy we been feelin' on we long lives We been steppin' for this whole year Back to back smack, I got no chill I go get dirty in designer gear Hop out, pop a thirty, ain't talkin' 'bout a pill Bitch, I'm a gangster, don't care 'bout your tears I'ma spank a nigga like he my kid And I'ma keep it a brick I got the itch 'cause I popped me a glitch Robin Jeans, I had to rob for a fit Don't like how these niggas be talkin', he sis Back to back, droppin' hits They can't keep up, the Scat Pack got the kit Talkin' too much, I got somethin' for that bitch Silencer on the stick
I tried to kill me a nigga on his birthday I just want twеnty-five bodies for Christmas Popped too much Pеrcs with the water, I'm pissy We just found him, but he still end up missin' I put the bag on the bitch, that's a fifty I pull up crashin' on shit, that's collision Oh, it's a bag on this shit? What's the total? I pull up crashin' on shit, that's a total This what we reppin', dog this what we steppin' 'bout, KTB, Lauderkill, bitch Pompanolia Swap out a hip, cross a bitch nigga over Rock out and hit, take his arm off his shoulder Bae, come over, what you say? Let's do lunch Come and let me shoot this nut in your gut Muffler on the cutter, everybody hush I swing that Blackout, this bitch like a punch
I'ma leave you right there where you had me fucked up at if play, there you lay was a person I be takin' so much Percs, I love takin' Percs I should just turn to a Perky I'ma leave you right there where you had me fucked up at if play, there you lay was a person I be takin' so much Percs, I love takin' Percs I should just turn to a Perky
I'm tryna kill me a fuck nigga grandma I'm tryna break me a fuck nigga heart Pop out, I hop out and rock out on camera and I ain't sparin' no nigga, that's art Ain't get no letter from you in the slammer all I remember three hots and a cot Now I'm back out, so much extravaganza ran so much M's up, I know there's a God I'm tryna kill me a fuck nigga grandma I'm tryna break me a fuck nigga heart Pop out, I hop out and rock out on camera and I ain't sparin' no nigga, that's art Ain't get no letter from you in the slammer all I remember three hots and a cot Now I'm back out, so much extravaganza ran so much M's up, I know there's a God
Go in all the opps' bios, ayy we been feelin' on we long lives We been steppin' for this whole year Back to back smack, I got no chill I go get dirty in designer gear Hop out, pop a thirty, ain't talkin' 'bout a pill Bitch, I'm a gangster, don't care 'bout your tears I'ma spank a nigga like he my kid And I'ma keep it a brick I got the itch 'cause I popped me a glitch Just to get high, he gon' rob for a fit You jump in this ride, better know how to shift Back to back, droppin' hits They can't keep up, the Scat Pack got the kit Talkin' too much, I got somethin' for that bitch What? Silencer on the stick
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Compositores: Dieuson Octave (BMI), James Deberardine (BMI), Love Axelsson Gauffin (STIM)Editores: Electric Feel Publishing Europe Gmbh (GEMA), Universal Music Publishing Gmbh (GEMA)ECAD verificado obra #38437241 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM