Come on, hmm Come on, hmm Come on, mm Come on, come on Lil Top, nigga (D-Roc)
Woke up in the mornin' smoke my Newport like a camel, I need answers I'm fucked up and I been contemplatin' 'bout blammin' 'em and slammin' 'em Tryna stick you out your cannon, bitch then lay you on a canvas All this money layin' 'round this bitch I'm long ways from sadly I'm a savage like my daddy, I get active, yeah, you heard me Tote. 223s in my 23s, bitch make me pop out that 'Burban Pussy niggas wan' swerve me, she heard about it, she worried Pull on side me, open fire, I'm tryna do a bitch dirty
Ooh, ballin' Who that is that's callin'? Tell 'em that I'm slime Say ooh, I'm stalkin' Tеll him that I'm on 'em, my address public 'Cause I got a choppеr 'round this motherfucker I got my Glock out, tryna blow at something She was on my dick and you know I fucked her Over a million dollars layin' on the table I got my cutter, nigga
Yeah, bitch, come and fuck with me Two-four-seven gettin' it, I been tryna make a way I, I been grindin', tryna make a livin' Baby girl, you the sickest, why you hidin'? I fly you private, come fuck with me, yeah Yeah, fly you to my city, yeah Salt Lake, this my business, bitch Pressed, why you up in it? Yeah I'm Kentrell, yeah, you see me winnin' I'm the one who split him when I got fresh out of prison Pour up on that keke, I'm YB, you know me Poured up off that codeine, I'm strapped, I'm movin' slowly I'm so fuckin' lonely, I been needin' her for to hold me But once I put it on her, she want money, get from 'round me I'm a fuckin' gunner, still that same way that they found me At the celebrity ball game diamonds runnin' through my teeth Friends posted some years later I'm happy who ain't fuck with me And bitch, you better not fuck with me you know I got this gun on me, hmm
Ballin' Who that is that's callin'? Tell 'em that I'm slime Say ooh, I'm stalkin' Tell him that I'm on 'em, my address public 'Cause I got a chopper 'round this motherfucker I got my Glock out, tryna blow at something She was on my dick and you know I fucked her Over a million dollars layin' on the table I got my cutter, nigga
Pour up on that keke, I'm YB, you know me Poured up off that codeine, I'm strapped, I'm movin' slowly I'm so fuckin' lonely, I been needin' her for to hold me But once I put it on her, she want money, get from 'round me I'm a fuckin' gunner, still that same way that they found me At the celebrity ball game diamonds runnin' through my teeth Friends posted some years later I'm happy who ain't fuck with me And bitch, you better not fuck with me you know I got this gun on me
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Compositores: Daniel Lebrun (D Roc) (BMI), Jasper Cortez, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden (PRS)Editores: Artist Publishing Global, Big Thirty Eight MusicECAD verificado obra #42841731 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM