[Verse 1] Son, you can tell Pablo I'm the El Chapo, lens on the Tommy Blow the limbs off your body 'cause the shells hollow Ayo, I'm scorin', foreign, Chanel model, Chanel swallow Just in case I bust on her face she wore Chanel goggles Listen, I'ma order shipments from the border Whole blocks, stove top, whippin' up a quarter That yay' like a great white, it's swimmin' in the water Brick squad like Gucci, rich gang like Baby Bricks raw like sushi, flip 'caine all crazy S550 Navy 'cedes, your bitch nine months? That's maybe my baby Pocket rocket on me, baby .380 You play me, you crazy Remember the times when my kicks used to look bad? I used to holler, bad bitches wouldn't look back? Now I'm the guala with the bricks of the cooked crack Like shorty from Fresh, with a brick in his book bag
[Verse 2] Sitting in jail, I done had my worst nights One way trip to hell, judge put me on that first flight Predicate felon over if I catch a third strike Is it really worth life? Niggas getting murked like But all my work white, bricks at a dirt price Cribs get ransacked, nigga, where them bands at? Nigga, where the bricks of dope on that saran wrap? I'ma count to ten then you gon' get blammed at Shoot 'til it's empty case you wanna tempt me Remember back then when my shoes was the Skippys? Now it's Lou's and Balenci's Looking at the mirror, I see you in a Bentley Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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