We pull up thirty deep, they ain't hurting me, I do surgery with this chopper And when they approaching me, do it nervously, all they heard he be with them robbers Stick got a kickstand, leave 'em hurting FN got extensions, it's a thirty I pull up with thirty choppers, not these other rappers He in quicksand when we lurking Uh, I jumped in, was ready to go Ain't cuffing these bitches, I hit then I'm gone Ain't cuffing these bitches, I hit then I'm gone 'Cause I know what it is, she wanna come on the road Always was right, I never was wrong Chopper gon' sing no matter the song If it's smoke, then let me know If it's smoke, then he gotta go
Big bread, never needed a loan Misled, I was leading 'em on After shows, hit 'em three in a row Had to wipe his nose, I guess he had a cold I know they was sleeping, was snoring Your love, I don't need anymore Ride with that heat, it be keeping me warm Whole crowd know my songs, I don't need to perform I'm in New York 'til like three in the morning Then make it rain for them days we was storming Say them main ones be hangin' be your own niggas Just hope nobody over here foldin' Run it up, what I'm planning to do Long as I got cheddar, I never could lose And I'ma send a fuck nigga to his grave Try testing me, nigga, I'm stepping on you
We pull up thirty deep, they ain't hurting me, I do surgery with this chopper And when they approaching me, do it nervously, all they heard he be with them robbers Stick got a kickstand, leave 'em hurting FN got extensions, it's a thirty I pull up with thirty choppers, not these other rappers He in quicksand when we lurking Uh, I jumped in, was ready to go Ain't cuffing these bitches, I hit then I'm gone Ain't cuffing these bitches, I hit then I'm gone 'Cause I know what it is, she wanna come on the road Always was right, I never was wrong Chopper gon' sing no matter the song If it's smoke, then let me know If it's smoke, then he gotta go
Chopper gon' sing, I'm letting it go He wanna talk about bread, but he toast Say he gang, say he doing the most Jumped in the water, been staying afloat Don't know what's up with these niggas, don't fuck with these niggas, and that's why I'm letting it blow My heart cold, Moncler or the chinchilla when I'm rocking the coat Nasty bitch, she be driving the boat Talk too much now she driving me ghost Should I ride in the Lamb' or the Ghost? Keep a heater, I slide with the ham', now he toast He be begging his man for the loads Niggas dumb, all I came with the low When I slide, he get slammed with the pole Let off twenty-three shots, doing damage on bro, fo' sho'
We pull up thirty deep, they ain't hurting me, I do surgery with this chopper And when they approaching me, do it nervously, all they heard he be with them robbers Stick got a kickstand, leave 'em hurting FN got extensions, it's a thirty I pull up with thirty choppers, not these other rappers He in quicksand when we lurking Uh, I jumped in, was ready to go Ain't cuffing these bitches, I hit then I'm gone Ain't cuffing these bitches, I hit then I'm gone 'Cause I know what it is, she wanna come on the road Always was right, I never was wrong Chopper gon' sing no matter the song If it's smoke, then let me know If it's smoke, then he gotta goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
