I walk out the trap and i'm looking like money Fresh out the shower, I'm smelling like onion Dripping Givanchi, I'm juggin', I'm thuggin' Just dropped a half a pound on my lil cousin Free my brother Swerve, He stay with that thunder We bring them hundreds out, that mean it's summer I remember they ain't want to give me nothing They weren't there when no food in my stomach We only go up when we start from the dungeon Yo' bitch gave me head, man she gave me concussion I take her out, sometimes we do a lil fucking She thinks it's something, but really it's nothing I'm off a percocet, pussy getting punched She know that i'm balling, I don't do me no putting I'm really in the field just like a (?) And I work out them legs, I ain't talking ‘bout no lunges
I got a bitch she from out of country She passing from alcohol to pill consumption The plug and I together like a conjunction Hit the trap early, the card ima punch them If we beefing try to make no assumption ‘Cause if we is, we catch yo' brother and touch him I keep a hammer, my profession construction I'm on the money train, i'm the conduction Treat yo bm like a fist when i'm gutting I pass the hoe the hype, I bet that they slut her When they find me weight, I'm deep in the gutter Fully automatic chopper, sound like it stutter
Big Flock nigga Onion Onion, onion, onion, onion, onion Damn (Damn, Onion, Onion, Onion)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.