[Luh Tyler] (PBell) Ski, Z Phew Yeah, yeah Let's go Yeah, ayy
[Luh Tyler] Yeah, I got a big bag on me, bitch, I feel like Santa Yeah, the way we bring that chicken in, we look like some scammers She tryna kick it, Kung Fu Panda Pull them bands out on camera We get shit lit just like a candle My nigga dirtied up his Fanta
[Luh Tyler] I done took off, know they ain't expect it, show me where that check is Stay on your pivot, know this hit get hectic, we stay well-protected Your lil' bitch eat me up just like spaghеtti, we get to that fetti I'm in hеr dream just like my name was Freddy, fuck the beat up, leave it messy
[Luh Tyler] Yeah, I got a big bag on me, bitch, I feel like Santa Yeah, the way we bring that chicken in, we look like some scammers She tryna kick it, Kung Fu Panda Pull them bands out on camera We get shit lit just like a candle My nigga dirtied up his Fanta
[LOE Shimmy] Yeah, scrape the pot, I think I broke my wrist from whippin' Arm & Hammer Walked outside, I just made me a ten, but can't forget the blammer I get groovy, bitch, my life a movie, better not change the channel I got buttons on my glizzy ten, ain't walkin' 'round with standard Yeah, I'm in my own lane, I'm calling shots, just call me Major Payne Don't make me up that button, frrt, I ain't got no aim Yeah, I found a route, I pull these bracelets out, go straight to Johnny Dang And they talkin' down like I won't make it, I just look how far I came Please don't call my phone, bitch, not right now, I'm in here baking cookies Think 'bout takin' somethin' from my trap, you better off robbin' bookies Runnin' laps, that switch stay in my lap, bitch, I love playin' with fullies Don't get me pissed off, nigga think he big dog, I love killin' bullies I don't give a fuck, you with your boo, I'm smackin' Frenchies too Beat that pussy up, can't stay for long, I'm ridin' round chasin' loot Nigga losin' pape', his motion gone, I blame it all on you These pussy-ass niggas hate me right or wrong, I put shit on the news
[Luh Tyler] Right or wrong, put shit on the TV, no, them boys can't see me I'm in the booth right now, I'm on that gas, it got me gettin' sleepy When we poppin' out, we stay on ten because this shit get creepy This bitch, she bad, I think that ho a zombie by the way she eat me For sure, nigga, we gon' give out lessons, know we do the teaching Take that nigga bitch and smack her ass, I give that ho a beating And we steady runnin' up that bag, these niggas know we eating Jump up on that mic', I snap on beats, I do it for no reason
[Luh Tyler] Yeah, I got a big bag on me, bitch, I feel like Santa Yeah, the way we bring that chicken in, we look like some scammers She tryna kick it, Kung Fu Panda Pull them bands out on camera We get shit lit just like a candle My nigga dirtied up his Fanta
[Luh Tyler] I done took off, know they ain't expect it, show me where that check is Stay on your pivot, know this hit get hectic, we stay well-protected Your lil' bitch eat me up just like spaghetti, we get to that fetti I'm in her dream just like my name was Freddy, fuck the beat up, leave it messy (Nigga)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
