I'm so antisocial I only talk to god Tryna ride my wave but my name ain't Rod I come from the bottom, no bikini Drummin' out the hellcat We gon make a scenery
It's a 187 batta bing bada boom It don't look like a broomstick We gon sweep the room Gambino the real don dada speak the truth Vultures don't die, yes I am bullet proof I come from the hell hole They ain't show no mercy Ever since my mans died my soul been hurtin' Might fuck around risk it off this percy 30 My shooters gon' milly rock With that fuckin sturdy My shooters with, all that rah rah, rah rah Put bread on your head I got mobties Mobties uh nah nah nah nah nah nah My choppa sing melodies it go la da da da
Said tapped in want a feature we taxin' Fuck your bitch from the back end While I'm countin' these backends Been through so much I don't Know where to start, no Bro went and told that shit Done broke my heart, woah The streets don't love you They'll kill anybody (I'm traumatized) I done seen plenty of bodies (homicides, oh, bullets fly, oh) Walkin' through the peace singin' melodies Oh when I die will they remember me Poverty kid I came up from these streets Down to my last I ain't have nun to eat
It's a 187 batta bing bada boom It don't look like a broomstick We gon sweep the room Gambino the real don dada speak the truth Vultures don't die, yes I am bullet proof I come from the hell hole They ain't show no mercy Ever since my mans died my soul been hurtin' Might fuck around risk it off this percy 30 My shooters gon' milly rock With that fuckin sturdy My shooters with, all that rah rah, rah rah Put bread on your head I got mobties Mobties uh nah nah nah nah nah nah My choppa sing melodies it go la da da da
It's a 187 batta bing bada boom It don't look like a broomstick We gon sweep the room Gambino the real don dada speak the truth Vultures don't die, yes I am bullet proof I come from the hell hole They ain't show no mercy Ever since my mans died my soul been hurtin' Might fuck around risk it off this percy 30 My shooters gon' milly rock With that fuckin sturdy My shooters with, all that rah rah, rah rah Put bread on your head I got māthā, māthā uh Nah nah nah nah nah nah My choppa sing melodies it go la da da daTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
