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Дата випуску: 23.04.2020
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Back to Back |
Yeah, Top Shotter, and Dondada, DBoii what up? |
Boy, you ain’t no motherfuckin' boss |
You ain’t the nigga wit' the juice, you ain’t the nigga wit' the sauce |
Park a whip up over here I think them niggas lost |
Soon as they declare it’s on them niggas getting offed |
Bape jacket on cost a couple thousand |
We pull up with big shit that blow up houses |
These lil' niggas don’t want no static |
Riding 'round with the boogie man in the 4matic |
Too many seeds up in one blunt, boy who you copped it from? |
And don’t you ask me what this go for, you don’t got the funds |
Boy be careful who you mugging, I am not the one |
Rich nigga, hit the mall and I shop for fun |
Weird bitch out the way I think she gothic |
All she do is run through the beans and bring me profit |
Yeah Fmb, yeah SOB them my patnas |
Yeah make the call huh we gon' pull up with them choppas |
FMB DZ that’s my Rasta |
Guapanese, what my jeans hold a lot of |
Thirty clip, in our Glocks put the stocks up |
Nigga get your blunt up out my face, I will not puff |
I got a F&N, blue tips with the flashlight |
Got my cash right, I just handled three from last night |
Yeah I got four bitches in the coupe they all bad |
I know some old niggas from my hood they all mad |
And don’t put your trust up in me you will get back door |
If that bitch give me a wink I’m leaving her back broke |
I know some bitches that be jokes but bitch you a bad joke |
And nigga ain’t shit funny, the fuck did you laugh for? |
I put that pistol to your head you fuck with little brodie |
My mama keep me in her prayers 'cause them demons on me |
Nigga get up out my face 'cause you don’t even know me |
I keep money, can’t keep bitches but I keep a .40 |
Umm I can’t keep a bitch to save my life |
Shout out to the plug, he lowered the price |
Bitch I make a bag in every state I land in |
This a quarter million dollar car that I’m playing in |
We the reason why the other side be staying in |
Hudson jeans what I’m wearing, these ain’t H&M's |
And I’m just dropping off dick, heard you ate the bitch |
And yeah that shit sound good and all but I ain’t convinced |
Cell phone slapping, house got a lot a traps |
You a rapper, I’m a trapper bust a brick without the wrapper |
Got some niggas that’s gon' pull up, let some shots off for me |
Got 7.62's that’ll go through a tree |
First thing on my mind, get in the booth |
I got the juice, Bishop and Q |
Why I wanna fuck? Bitch 'cause you cute |
Why I can’t hold my tongue? Bitch 'cause I’m rude |
Everybody claim they real somebody gotta be faking |
All them obstacles I dodged, somebody gotta be praying |
Why everybody wanna rush? Somebody gotta be patient |
Too much fake love in the air somebody gotta be hating |
I done took risks you would never take |
No discipline up in your gang, it’s time to regulate |
Cash in my pick, bitch come get on me with the devil face |
Puff a cloud up out this blunt then you gon' levitate |