Shoutout to the Wave God, Max B, Biggaveli Who better? Turnin' lemons to lemonade We gon' just do it like this You know what I mean? DJ Drama Shit
Big bank take lil' bank I take the nigga bitch, soon as a nigga blink But he don't even gotta turn his head, it's dead We get the bread, we wanted by the feds, EMT like action Wanted for conspiracy, murder and not taxes Melly in the caption, silly in the maxes Tell me where it's called, yeah Rest in peace to my brother grandpa, another boy Pop Smoke, why they have to go? You just on Instagram, they miss a lot of dope Gotta be aware of who you let in the crib The music get you for your triller, anybody killer Got these niggas that be buckin', anybody feel us See, it's Skete with the nigga, cuff and anybody hit her See, I made her put on her clothes, anybody get her Yeah, I get the litter and they get the picture
One little day, keep playin' with my stacks Tellin' all my niggas in the hood, I'm comin' back Tellin' all my niggas in the hood to just relax, I got this I put the hood on my back, yeah I let her ship on the keys while I drive I tell her to hit it, baby, I'm just tryna get by Ain't nowhere to go without (Yeah) Everywhere we go, they know it's us Say the name...
And you wonder where the style come from Free the God (Gangsta Grillz)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
