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Data di rilascio: 09.12.2021
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
No Hook |
Yeah |
Ghetto Boyz shit, you know what the fuck going on |
Shit on the floor |
(Marc Boomin, this you?) |
Free the ghetto, nigga, we still on that nigga |
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with us |
Yeah |
(Boomin need extras) |
Everybody got 3 chains on |
Everybody got a thang on 'em, think you robbin' who? |
Take a chunk out his head, that’s what the chopper do |
Pull to the hood, count the money up, alright I gotta scoot |
Got a hundred racks on the floor, like we about to shoot |
Middleman bought a Presi' off a hundred pounds of glue |
Got a Bo for thirteen, sold the bitch for twenty-two |
Swiped the watch for thirty racks, sold it back for twenty too |
Bitch, I’m a real hustler |
In a twenty-twenty 'Vette, it look like mustard |
Yea I was fucking both of them, and they like cousins |
Nodding off every 30 minutes, cause the sprite muddy |
I’m off a blue-thirty, 2 chains and one watch, that’s 2 birdies |
Sixty racks for the kit, so that’s two thirties |
Caught a body broad day, it was 2:30, I had 2 30's |
You better move swift |
Cause we got another Glock, and bought a new switch |
So many rounds in 30 seconds, I had 2 clips |
Keep it on me everyday, ain’t on no lose shit |
3 chains and ain’t signed, on my Lou shit |
Fucking with the Fetty Wap, I got a blue brick |
Finna make another M, I got the blueprint |
Stepped on a whole brick of soft and left the shoe |
Clip longer than a pool stick |
I’m finna buy a 80 carat diamond bracelet |
Pour 6 in a 20 ounce pop, I wanna taste it |
Get 3 pops out a pint, I waste it |
Stop putting your Sky Dweller in the camera 'fore I take it |
Yea I still be on that one shit |
I still pop pop pop, till the gun click |
I’m Mr. pull up on the scene with a 'hun strip |
Glock got a drum clip, beating cases like a drumkit |
Missed out on 20 racks cash, I was rushing |
Flipped out and beat my bitch ass, it was for nothing |
Nigga go against the mob, giving free smoke, want a blunt lit? |
I done fucked her and her friend on a drunk tip |
Mike ridin' with some shit make a bus flip |
Bumped into a opp going to Hutch getting my bust fixed |
Every time I pick your hoe up, she gon' suck dick |
Bitch prolly talkin' about me to her friends, cause I bust quick |
I just bought another handgun |
Before we fucked with the blues, had a ten run |
Caught a opp at Home Depot, hit him with a nail gun |
She gon' let the Yung OG fuck, and get her nails done |
Just got into a fight with my sell, and the scale won |
They tried to initiate me into the cartel, I got a bale |
Big bro went to the feds and he had the best cell-phone |
Made a 100 racks on house arrest and I was basically in jail at home, nigga |
So I don’t really wanna hear excuses |
You can do what the fuck you want, if you wanna do it |
You ain’t never hear me mad at a nigga that |
Everybody got pape 'n jewelry, you don’t know who rap, man it’s so confusing |
I get real love… I heard the opps at the party, I’mma still come |
Y’all was buying air cartridges, ah-ha, I had a real gun |
Hope big cause' get an appeal, he had a pill run |