[Verse 1] Son that ho out in front of big brother (Yeah) It's THERULA, Santana, no other (BK) 556 toast you, smothered and covered (Slatt) Give no fucks so we shoot at your mother You ain't Cupid, ho, I ain't your lover (Ha) In the bag lethal weapon, Danny Glover (Yeah, yeah) I slit throat 'cause I like when they suffer I'm a hunnid, bitch, I ain't no bluffer (Bitch) Oh, you totin'? Show me what it do (Show me what it do) F&N to your dome, doo-doo-doo Look what Santana-na make her do (Yeah) Said she love me, bitch, I know you do (Santana-na) Hoes on me and bitch so is the tool (Shit) Link with you? Hahaha, you a fool Diamonds look like my hunnids, they blue (Slatt) Thirty round make a period pool (Bitch) High as fuck, I ain't paranoid (Yeah) Brunette ho, I call her Cher Lloyd (Damn) In the back, we totin' them toys (Bitch) Hit a lick, run off on them boys Yeah, reload the clip and you melee Bitch tried to finesse me and stay late (Ha) That's the lick to the left of the ga-ate And I don't wanna flick up, I'm straight (What?) With the gang, pour the Wock in the Faygo (Uh-huh) Man, get off, told her leggo my Eggo I am K on a nigga, he K.O. (What?) High as fuck, I think I grew a halo (Bitch) I'm THERULA, whatever I say so 223 make a ho do the dab, Ayo, Teo Got a snow in the back sniffin' yayo (Huh) And that bitch off the boof, Galileo (Bitch)
[Chorus] Yeah, your shit counterfeit (Fuck) CD, slap my shit (Shit) Love DG, that's it Fuck that ho like shh Bitch, shut your fuckin' lips (Fuck) Hollow, hollow fuckin' tips (Bitch) Run that, racks, I'm rich Ayy, run that bag, bitch (Man, fuck Andruuw)
[Verse 2] Fuckin' on me, I thought I was your lock How you scared of the trap but flexin' a Glock? Beef with his man, what the fuck is a rock? And my time is like money, ain't wastin' tick tock (Yeah) You ain't TM, what you throwin' that up for? I said, "Let's play a game," I be shootin' the block Bitch, you ain't gang, why the fuck you act tough for? Teach that nigga a lesson with a rock and a sock (Gang) Kaine and Tay-K, nigga, you a house nigga What the fuck you gon' do if I say, "Pull the trigger"? Hatin' on me 'cause my guala way bigger Oh, your gang a facade? Nigga, I figured R-r-run that shit back, but I ain't talkin' Turbo She want me for my racks 'cause that bitch a gold digger (Bitch) Stop coppin' airsoft, lil' ho, save the turtles Put that fire to his face, turn his ass to a singer, dead
[Chorus] Yeah, your shit counterfeit (Your shit, what?) CD, slap my shit (CD, huh) Love DG, that's it (What?) Fuck that ho like shh Bitch, shut your fuckin' lips (Yeah) Hollow, hollow fuckin' tips (Yeah) Run that, racks, I'm rich Ayy, run that bag, bitch (Man, fuck Andruuw)
[Outro] Run that bag, bitch Run that, run that bag, bitch Run that, run that bag, bitch R-run that, run that bag, bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
