[Intro] (What?) (What? What?) Yeah, and I put this on Onyx, I'm gon' ride for one (Yeah, ride, ride) Homicide, homicide, homicide (Yeah)
[Chorus] I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, what? what?) I'm ridin' with the windows down, yeah (Yeah, uh, yeah, what) Lord, can you please give me a break? (Lord, yeah) Lord, can you spare me? (Okay) Lord, can you spare me? Yeah Lord, can you spare me?
[Verse 1] Uh, tattoos on my motherfucking body Uh, I can't fuck with no-fucking-body Uh, popped the trunk, you know I grab the shotty Uh, uh, you know I got it, uh Diamonds all in my cuffs Too many racks, they make me look buff, yeah I'm in the trap, she playin' my stuff, yeah Can't talk to the bitch, she like to get rough, yeah I walk with the wolves Yeah, we got them tools, I'm making a move Put the bag on your head, hold up, boy you gon' lose, ooh On the flip side, we ain't really had shit Went our game up, and now we finally rich Got a whole lotta shit, we was tossing them bricks, uh, yeah I was busting those 'scrips, yeah, yeah 50k on the bitch Yeah, let's go
[Chorus] I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, ho', took my shirt off) I'm ridin' with the windows down, yeah (Yeah, let's go, yeah) (What, jump out, yeah) Lord, can you please give me a break? (Give me a break, yeah) Lord, can you spare me? (Okay) Lord, can you spare me? Yeah Lord, can you spare me?
[Verse 2] Niggas talking 'bout pressure 50k on my dresser, give that shit to a young boy Do this shit on the regular Nigga, give a fuck 'bout nothing Fuck acting tough, bitch we really rough Got a whole lotta guns, yeah, yeah Steal you out your funds Made it out the mud, yeah, now we having fun Whole motherfucking bitches in here, we ain't hating no one, ah Whole lotta bitches in here, they gon' fuck on something, okay All this money on me, you know I gotta pay for events, okay All this money I'm piling, I got a paper cut, yeah Ooh, I'm really up, I'm really up, yeah I'm so up, up, up, bitch I think I'm really stuck, yeah You can't fuck us, yeah, we really cut shit, yeah In the Front's, yeah, we pop it up right here bitch, let's go Uh, jump out the window, you feeling this shit Jump out the window, you feeling this shit Ready the bitch, we ready to hit Yeah, we ready for shit Niggas ain't really wi-yeah We ready for shit Niggas ain't really with the bricks, yeah
[Chorus] I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, what? what?) I'm ridin' with the windows down, yeah (What? Yeah, yeah) Lord, can you please give me a break? (Lord, yeah) Lord, can you spare me? (Okay) Lord, can you spare me? Yeah Lord, can you spare me?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
