Gang, bitch The fuck? (What's up, man? Come in) Uh Ayy, ayy
Ayy, for the record, I ain't finna front for the records (No) This glizzy ain't just for protection (Uh-huh) Them bullets hit, blessing a blessing, put him on a stretcher We sendin' him off like a message I bet he gon' feel my aggression when I Smith & Wesson If I think he makin' confessions (He tellin', he rat) And bitch, no, I can't even lie (No) It's a G on the end of this fye (Bah)
Put a beam on the top of his eye Make him fly like a plane, put that bitch in the sky (He gone) And I ain't finna talk about ties 'cause they all on my side Yeah, they know how I rock (Crip) And a bitch got a deal, but I signed But I'm still independent, I move on my time (Uh-huh) When I spit, my shit hot like an iron (It's hot) Labels callin', they like how I rhyme But they don't understand this shit came out the rocks I need a mil' and that's straight off the top (Uh-huh) I could run this shit up just by movin' the blocks But I hopped on the beat for the price of the drop (Come on) Bro broke the law so he dipped from the cops And he still on the bend while he sendin' them shots He tell Lil' 3 to go bust at the opps He gon' spin like a fan or a wheel or a top, come on (Come here) Ready, lil' bitch, is you ready? (Yeah) I got that Tommy like Keisha in Belly I just got the drop, on the way to your telly He gettin' attention, he singin' like Melly, what else? My niggas, they strapped like a belt (Yeah) He see the fye, then he freeze and he melt He gon' close like a book, put him up like a shelf (Uh-huh) They come back like a hook just to fuck up his health
Ayy, for the record, I ain't finna front for the records (No) This glizzy ain't just for protection (It ain't) Them bullets hit, blessing a blessing, put him on a stretcher We sendin' him off like a message I bet he gon' feel my aggression when I Smith & Wesson If I think he makin' confessions (Uh-huh) And bitch, no, I can't even lie (Uh-uh) It's a G on the end of this fye (Bah)
Gang, bitch The fuck? You already know what the fuck goin' on NSB, put 'em on a tee, that's on C-R-I-P Send them shots where you stay, a fuck nigga gon' lay Any rap nigga wanna play, on gangTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
