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Data di rilascio: 24.09.2020
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Alley Oop |
I’ma shooter he a poodle |
This F and N gon' bust a nigga’s noodles |
I just took this nigga bitch go get your bitch back |
I be breaking hoe bitches like they Kit-Kats |
I be poppin' percocets just like they Tic-Tacs |
I rock designer head to toe, I like to mismatch |
I’ma shoot your buff homie in the six pack |
One up top for the opps you know with that |
It’s me and Nel, we giving hell |
We talk to killers, you talk to 12 |
I would’ve dropped that bag but ain’t no bail |
So free my niggas out that mufuckin' cell |
I’m a Sacramento slime with a mac |
She ain’t bring me what I want she getting slapped |
You checkin' traps, she selling pussy |
Can’t really cut like that, you nigga rookies |
She want the jewels, I wanted blue |
Pop a 30, get in my mood, ayy |
Bad bitch, told her, «trap for a real nigga» |
She gon' go and bring it back for a real nigga |
Ayy, all that gang shit, yeah, we with that |
We leave a nigga missing with his bitch ass |
Ayy, I need commas, I need hundons |
Try to play around with me, you got the wrong one |
AKs, we got chops, we got big sticks |
'Bout to check another nigga off the hitlist |
Boom, .40 finna clear the whole room |
Doomed, nigga play with me, he need a tomb |
Sweep a nigga block, we ain’t need to use the broom |
I sell that black shit that you can smoke up off a spoon |
If the bitch ain’t suckin' dick then we kickin' her out the room |
Masked up, boy, we break in niggas shit like a raccoon |
You ain’t never shot nobody, see you flinchin' when you shoot |
I got the juice, I’m that nigga in my city bitches choose |
I just got me a lil' nickle, we got the stick in it |
Them boys stay posting all them guns but they ain’t hit with it |
Brodie just got a Glock, It got the switch in it |
All you cute flexin' them guns, y’all just take pics with it |
Ayy, you not my dawg, yous a poodle nigga |
How many killers you know? everybody shooters nigga |
Ain’t got to flex, these niggas know what we do to niggas |
Still ain’t popped a pill before we drill before I shoot a nigga |
All these guns you would’ve thought we had bazookas nigga |
Choppa automatic, it get to spittin' like some mucus nigga |
I’m in the field, pass me the ball and I’m jukin' niggas |
They take you to the net |
Like suckas don’t know police do to niggas |
I spent a thousand for these ripped jeans |
All them shots them niggas sent but they ain’t hit me |
And brodie smoked what’s his name, he in six feet |
We seen him at the market and then we chase him down 6th street |