[Intro] I need to talk to Mike Laury Hello? This is Mike Laury (Mm-mm) Dubba-AA flex (Mm) Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Only in my chopper I trust (Grrat) Yeah (Winning lottery numbers coming up)
[Chorus] I feel like Rondo with this nine on my waist I ain't talkin' basketball We bring straight gun smoke and that state to state Walked around the corner, I bang and blast 'em all Timmy slangin' iron, run down blood on the gate (Like, "Boom, boom, bop,") bitch, this that casket talk Flipping through the immey, shaking jump out drake Nobody safe, don't come out after dark She say she like the way this Patek spark, ayy She like the way that I'm shinin', yeah Open my mouth and I'm blindin' them Wе really slangin' iron at them New supprеssor on the Glock, ayy, ayy When Leaky get out, I'ma buy him a pistol Bleeding right out the help scalp from a big 9 meter Fuck it burn out they trap, I shoot at every hitta, who and I say ouuwee I'm loaded aye Tell me who want smoke inside this party, I make Pluto blow the K I just gave my youngin' thirty thousand, with a 38 Glock with the drum, we steady mobbin' and tryna boost the murder rate We look for somethin' inside the projects, we stepped on him,him,and him today ?
[Verse] Glock with a beam, we go up with the metal Killin' run in my genes, see, my uncle a steppa I be rockin' Supreme with the Burberry letters My lil cousin's thirteen but in love with Berettas Ayy, I'm tryna figure out how can I catch him Take 'em out by his house, when he come out, we wet 'em Couple Ps in the trunk, we put thousand or better They know that we put that heat on whoever Leave some blood on the street, then we thrown down the leather Tell 'em turn on the beat then I dance with the devil Ain't no internet beef so y'all better be careful Put that boy on a T-shirt, since he did all that rapping Get the lock off the cheap, then I step on the pedal From the East to the West, slangin' nine in the ghetto Got a foot on they neck 'til they break, I won't let up Only reason they hate 'cause I run up my cheddar Stick to the code, don't trust a bitch you'll get set up Thinkin' my codeine and my Crip, cuz' screamin' out, "It's whatever" (Yeah, yeah) Designer clothes, me , phat , me an wheezy, was back to Fran Wesser (Oh yeah) Dig up and go who not beneath me with a brick and a shovel, yeah
[Chorus] I feel like Rondo with this nine on my waist I ain't talkin' basketball We bring straight gun smoke and that state to state Walked around the corner, I bang and blast 'em all Timmy slangin' iron, run down blood on the gate (Like, "Boom, boom, bop,") bitch, this that casket talk Flipping through the immey, shaking jump out drake Nobody safe, don't come out after dark She say she like the way this Patek spark, ayy She like the way that I'm shinin', yeah Open my mouth and I'm blindin' them We really slangin' iron at them New suppressor on the Glock, ayy, ayy When Leaky get out, I'ma buy him a pistol Bleeding right out the help scalp from a big 9 meter Fuck it burn out they trap, I shoot at every hitta, who and I say ouuwee I'm loaded aye Tell me who want smoke inside this party, I make Pluto blow the K I just gave my youngin' thirty thousand, with a 38 Glock with the drum, we steady mobbin' and tryna boost the murder rate We look for somethin' inside the projects, like fuck him it's a murder caseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.