[Chorus] I tell that boy to, mm, mm, mm, nigga, bite the dust Drive-bys, we hangin' out that window when we slide the truck Spin, spin, I know he in the city, bitch, let's shoot it up Fuck that baby, fuck that lady, I pray to God his soul I touch Murder, murder, kill, kill, maskin' up, we drill, drill This ain't no OG, I'm servin' cancer, this that real deal Adderalls, A-pill, RP, real pill Hot dread, dead man, bald heads, Dr. Phil I start clutchin' when they stand, I forget I'm famous Snatch this chain off who? I swear to God, bitch, you gon' meet your maker Naija and my mama, they been prayin' I control my anger Know I keep this Gen 5 on my hip like I'm the Texas Ranger [Verse 1] Bitch, I be with members, why the fuck you think I'm droppin' bangers? Bitch, them boys ain't drillers, they not killers, they just entertainers Hollow through his face, we leave him patched up like an Oakland Raider You niggas ain't trappin', I been servin' like a fuckin' waiter Uh, uh I been tryna lock in, I gotta spin by myself 'cause Javon's in the pen I'm out here rollin' up L's and that's why my teachers and coaches didn't want me to win I feel out of my skin, I feel out of my body, it ain't makin' sense I feel out of my mind, just tryna see who the slimes just to pay off the rent My shooters shoot shooters, smack steppers, AR came with boobies He tender, I bend her, he beat her, we can't share that coochie I do it, they do it, real steppers, I make gang music Whack talk, drill talk, opp talk, bitch, I'm so fuckin' fluid
[Chorus] I tell that boy to, mm, mm, mm, nigga, bite the dust Drive-bys, we hangin' out that window when we slide the truck Spin, spin, I know he in the city, bitch, let's shoot it up Fuck that baby, fuck that lady, I pray to God his soul I touch Murder, murder, kill, kill, maskin' up, we drill, drill This ain't no OG, I'm servin' cancer, this that real deal Adderall, A-pill, RP, real pill Hot dread, dead man, bald head, Dr. Phil I start clutchin' when they stand, I forget I'm famous Snatch this chain off who? I swear to God, bitch, you gon' meet your maker Naija and my mama, they been prayin' I control my anger Know I keep this Gen 5 on my hip like I'm the Texas Ranger [Verse 2] Please don't make me psych out 'fore I switch my fire, then come through boomin' He not trigger happy, use his fingers for his damn computer Type of shit we do, if you done seen, it's like a fuckin' movie Niggas see my motion, tryna clique up like some fuckin' groupies
[Outro] On gangTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
