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Дата випуску: 11.12.2019
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Talkin Fly |
It’s a bird! |
No no, it’s a plane! |
Wait a minute. |
That-that's a fuck nigga |
That’s a fuck nigga in the sky! |
Aye, Shawn Tha Dawn on the track |
Run up on me, and he talkin' fly, he died |
Like a jetpack, send him to the sky, bye! |
Run up like it’s fun, you meet my gun, then you’re done, oh |
On the block, my youngin sellin' bows, totin' poles |
He ran and left his man just to get smoked, niggas hoes, I |
Give a fuck if niggas swole, hit his dome, then we roll |
Fuck a scope, I get up close |
Throw him a party, Gray a host |
Don’t get hit up, he get lit up |
Smoke 'em, toss 'em, like I do a roach |
I’ma keep counting, I don’t need your approval |
I’m a real nigga, I got bitches from |
Pull up, spin your block, like a bitch in a tutu |
Shoot Glocks at your top, like i’m throwing a horseshoe |
Nigga try to kick it, that .40 done caught you |
Could’ve bagged you on your birthday, should’ve known that I ought to |
He don’t ticket, it’ll be cheaper to off you |
4 deep, 4 sticks, i’ma slide in a carpool |
Don’t say «be safe», when the fuck did I need it? |
Chase cake, no breaks, for a hell of a reason |
I’m parked at Chase, with a slip and a reader |
Got bitches I pay, |
Lil Gray send shots, like a sip of Tequila |
Lil bitch eat dick, I’ma leave it to Beaver |
Bitch you can get crossed, fuckin' with Swipe Jesus |
Gray push that red button, get killed so easy |
Run up on me, and he talkin' fly, he died |
Like a jetpack, send him to the sky, bye! |
Run up like it’s fun, you meet my gun, then you’re done, oh |
On the block, my youngin sellin' bows, totin' poles |
He ran and left his man just to get smoked, niggas hoes, I |
Give a fuck if niggas swole, hit his dome, then we roll |
Luciano! Trap nanana! |
Work right there on the stove |
I give him a faceshot if he act bold |
I’m rockin designer, i’m fly like a drone |
Meet me at the BP, i’ll serve you a zone |
Rockin' Montcler, cause i’m living too cold |
I got them bands, coming in by the load |
Niggas ain’t gangster, man, these niggas told |
I’m sellin' records, I used to sell Coke |
I came from the bottom, yeah, close to the floor |
And I shot me a gun, way before I could vote |
Catch his ass in the morning, turn his ass to some toast |
Hit the streets, Luciano, yeah, he give 'em hope |
Uh, uh, Cartier frames with the peacoat |
Stick on me, every time I look through the peephole |
I’ll let it all out, i’ll shoot til it’s zero |
Dig a hole for a nigga, like my name Z-Ro |
Got cheese in my pocket, I ain’t talking Lito’s |
You’re getting, tryna be another hero |
Masked up, run down, like i’m Rey Mysterio |
Big stick, man, this shit knock down a Hippo |
Headshot, niggas better know how to Limbo |
Uber Truck, or I might hop out the Limo |
We in the freecar, slide in the rental |
Pull on your block in that mufuckin Benzo |
Run up on me, and he talkin' fly, he died |
Like a jetpack, send him to the sky, bye! |
Run up like it’s fun, you meet my gun, then you’re done, oh |
On the block, my youngin sellin' bows, totin' poles |
He ran and left his man just to get smoked, niggas hoes, I |
Give a fuck if niggas swole, hit his dome, then we roll |