Yeah Whole lotta that man 83 Know how the fuck we rockin' M8V3N Gang (Lil Tone) Aye, aye
My niggas they ridin', 6 speed My bitch she foreign, mix breed Aye, I'm putting dick in her kidneys Believe it or not, ripleys That Glock make him skate, Heely's The opps, they're running, they're silly I'm sippin' on purple, like silly I'm high out my mind, I'm dizzy, aye She hop on that dick like a pogo, aye She ride that dick like a 4-door, aye She like how I ball like Lonzo, aye Put that boy on a tee like a logo, aye He was dissin' on songs, now that boy gone, we turn that boy to Lil Jojo (Ha) Young nigga flexin', young and reckless, talk reckless, I'll leave your jaw broke, aye My niggas steppin', we got weapons, we're shootin' shit like a free throw, aye (What else?) We turn his dome to a peephole (What else?) Put that boy in the sky like a rainbow (Yeah) My pockets full of dead people, aye We're taking souls like the Reaper, aye I know they envy me, Draco my mini-me, I'm feeling like Dr. Evil, aye I'm in the bricks, where you can't go (What?) This Drac' make him dance, tango (Tango) I'm still making plays off my metro, and I'm still screaming free Peso, aye Know I'ma ride for my brothers, aye Know I'ma slide for my brothers (Skrt) As in glue, I'm stuck with my brothers So you know I'ma bust for my brothers Free [?], free Wop, free Gutta
(Free Wop) Free Cash, bitch, long live Gunna (Free Cash) And whenever we come to your club for the backends, leave the hundreds crisp, don't tuck 'em (Uh-huh) 50 racks in my double G duffle (Aye) .40 tucked under my double G buckle (For real) Nigga move wrong on that 3, I'ma bust 'em And we're beating the fuck up, bitch, we ain't tryna scuffle (No cap) They say your youngin slick like butter Plug'll be all in your head, like some oil sheen Bitch, I been that nigga what the fuck you mean? 10 racks all 20s stuffed in my Amiri jeans (For Real) You know I'm bangin' blue, but I love green (Big 3) I've been sippin' that drink, cause I love Lean (Yeah) You know we catch them bodies, don't say nothing 'bout it, the cops pick us up, we don't know a thing (Big 3) I'm over East smoking 3 out the P, I'm just kickin' shit like a nigga puntin' (Dead opps) Off a 20 right now, crip, a nigga bussin' Red in my double cup, this ain't Robitussin I just went to the store and ran into your hoe, I just [?] some Hot Funyuns (For real) Catch a opp off-top, I'ma drop something (Come here) See his brains on the floor, then the cops coming (Damn) Niggas all on my dick talking 'bout what they got, when I know these lil niggas ain't got nothing Don't be looking this way like you lost something He tryna run, now Crazy Joe off something (On gang) I just met a bitch with an ass like a grapefruit, I'm tryna see what that thing do (For real) I'll knock you right out of the park like Babe Ruth, [?] something I can't do (For real) And they say the whole city want beef too, well we let that beef brew (On gang) We turn the beef to beef stew (On gang) And we show them boys what that 3 do (Big 3!), uh
He must want beef too Oh, no, you don't want beef too We blow to a nigga see through We smoke a nigga like K2, uhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
