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Дата випуску: 06.09.2018
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Street Shit |
Got a red beam on this motherfuckin' Glock nine |
You better run 'fore your ass get left behind |
I know she was your bitch but she was never mine |
Stool pigeon ass nigga, you can’t wait to drop a dime |
Ayy, ayy |
Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit |
Pussy boy, we ain’t the ones you want to beef with |
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy |
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie |
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit |
We hit the mall and we ain’t never on no cheap shit |
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty |
Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit |
Pussy boy, we ain’t the ones you want to beef with |
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy |
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie |
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit |
We hit the mall and we ain’t never on no cheap shit |
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty |
I got a red beam on this motherfuckin' Glock nine |
You better run 'fore your ass get left behind |
I know she was your bitch but she was never mine |
Stool pigeon ass nigga, you can’t wait to drop a dime |
Don’t start shit, nigga it won’t be shit |
I fuck around and go to jail the day that don’t eat shit |
I’m rollin', I’m so motherfuckin' high I can’t see shit |
I know niggas fu as hell, I act like I don’t peep shit |
This fuck nigga wanna at me on some tweet shit |
Pussy nigga I’m the wrong one to tweak with |
Pull up on a fuck nigga block, then fire it up |
Baby girl bend that thing over, I’ma tear it up |
Forgis on my whip, I’ma ride, block the tires up |
Quit yellin', woofin' 'bout what you gon' do and just surprise us |
Me and my niggas gang bang |
And some of them still in the chain gang |
Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit |
Pussy boy, we ain’t the ones you want to beef with |
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy |
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie |
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit |
We hit the mall and we ain’t never on no cheap shit |
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty |
Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit |
Pussy boy, we ain’t the ones you want to beef with |
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy |
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie |
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit |
We hit the mall and we ain’t never on no cheap shit |
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty |
Blue and white behind me, they gotta catch me |
Bitch you better not test me |
You’ll get your ass sniped like Wesley |
I’m a demon, you don’t wanna upset me |
When we walk into the building, cut the check please |
I let this TEC squeeze |
Coolant kit up on this bitch to help the TEC breathe |
Keep my foot on niggas' necks, I know they can’t breathe |
Niggas don’t want statics, we tote automatics |
Shoot a nigga in his face for acting like he savage |
They ain’t wanna see us win but it already happened |
Don’t confuse me with this rappin', bitch we comin' through clappin' |
Stackin' money, bitches know my bread long |
Geek his head up, now his head gone |
Try to run, I’ma put this lead on you |
Paramedics, white sheets, and a stretch bed for em |
Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit |
Pussy boy, we ain’t the ones you want to beef with |
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy |
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie |
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit |
We hit the mall and we ain’t never on no cheap shit |
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty |
Niggas always yellin' out all that street shit |
Pussy boy, we ain’t the ones you want to beef with |
We tote Uzis, we leave you woozy |
A bunch of clips like we startin' a movie |
A bunch of diamonds on my wrist, Patek Philippe shit |
We hit the mall and we ain’t never on no cheap shit |
We rock Gucci and Louis, we got guns like Call of Duty |