16 drop Shift game huh Sipping wok Hold that thought She gon flexxx, she gon flawge Before she fuck Hold that thought Pour my drink, hold my phone Tell my hoes ain't noone home Smoke this dank, hold my phone Tell my hoes ain't noone home 16
Bhris in the Trap, looking like bhris in the trap Lil jit jugg for the racks Smoking on pack, yawl niggas smoking that bap Need to come and holla at the man Hoes buss down, told me she ain't fucking with the klan Bitch still fucking with the klan Sharing these shones, might as well share these shones That's already how they getting down Mix a lil med with the fanta my nigga lord Chop his body up I prefer my murder with gore When I'm drugged up I don't think about it no more I was going numb I don't feel it when you ignore I don't know what love is I never had it before Imma die alone but hey fuck it I'm better off I don't need an image to show you that I'm a boss My niggas no limit we scam it and sell the raw I could never be afraid of a nigga cause he claim he a G Lil Bitch He could bleed like me Imma stay quiet, lay low, get rich for the beef Then drop the cash to leave his brains on the street I done had mad hoes lie to me I ain't dead yet Sent a couple long messages that I ain't read yet Seen the voodoo priest last week now I'm full blessed Fake motherfuckers get a slow death
16 drop Shift game huh Sipping wok Hold that thought She gon flexxx, she gon flawge Before she fuck Hold that thought Pour my drink, hold my phone Tell my hoes ain't noone home Smoke this dank, hold my phone Tell my hoes ain't noone home 16Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
