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Дата випуску: 05.12.2019
Мова пісні: Англійська
Fuck That |
Okay, I still crack cards, crack bitches, crash whips |
Hey, I’m off hella drugs, I can’t feel shit |
Bitch, remove my name from them lips |
Ayy, you mad that your nigga ain’t like this |
What you know about a real ass nigga? |
Rich as a bitch, off a pill ass nigga |
Fuck how you feel, no chill ass nigga |
Fresh up off that deal, this shit gettin' real, lil' nigga, ayy |
Bop bop |
Gang of whips like a chop shop |
Block hot |
So you know I got my Glock cocked |
Run 'em down |
Stepped over 'em, nigga, overkill, ayy |
Two shots to the head, niggas know the deal |
Ain’t finna be a victim, I’ma kill me a nigga, fuck that |
Gun loaded, if you trippin' then I’m trippin', fuck that |
'Bout whatever, if you with it, then I’m with it, fuck that |
I shoot it first, I ain’t never know no bust back |
Got your ass just like Rodney, you niggas can’t stop me |
Ayy, I’m slidin' in this Masi' off a molly |
My young nigga fresh out off that homi' |
First day and he tryna catch a body |
I don’t know about you niggas, I don’t know about you bitches |
I only know about myself, Rucci, Benji |
Four-five extended, tell them niggas come and get it, ayy |
Frontline, wartime, we hoppin' out that hemi |
This a Hellcat, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, watch me double back |
Freestylin', no effort, tell 'em run it back |
Tell them niggas catch up, I’m finna run a lap |
Quick to run up in your house like where the money at? |
Bop bop |
Gang of whips like a chop shop |
Block hot |
So you know I got my Glock cocked |
Run 'em down |
Stepped over 'em, nigga, overkill, ayy |
Two shots to the head, niggas know the deal |
Ain’t finna be a victim, I’ma kill me a nigga, fuck that |
Gun loaded, if you trippin' then I’m trippin', fuck that |
'Bout whatever, if you with it, then I’m with it, fuck that |
I shoot it first, I ain’t never know no bust back |
I could fuck a nigga bitch way before I got money |
All that hating make me wanna go harder on you, dummy |
Bitches get to do the most, it ain’t a job I can’t get done |
Nigga, show me how them lil' ass sticks gon' beat this drum |
I got a decent ass image and a bad reputation |
I’m a quarantine baby, bitch, I need my medication |
And what? Bitch, this life I live, it take some dedication (Can't walk a mile |
in my shoes, nigga) |
Need this dick and love me not, 'cause I’m not here for relation |
I create that separation, When I’m desperate, I get dangerous |
Pass a move or snatch a chain, just put this dope up in your anus |
I get dough 'cause I’m a hustler, I get bitches 'cause I’m famous |
If I up it, I’ma sling it like Steve Young or Troy Aikman |
Man, I bust it, niggas know how I’m comin', ayy |
40 in the holster, yopper in the luggage |
Play me like a goose and I’ma have you niggas duckin' |
Fifty round clip, one in the head, Dick Butkus |
Ayy, watch me do the damn thing, bitch |
That’s my name, bitch |
And if we fuck, then we just fuck, ain’t shit gon' change, bitch |
Feel like Chris Brown, I know you want me for the fame, bitch |
But I ain’t no sucker, you ain’t finna get a thing, bitch |
Scatpack, then I lane switch, do the dash 'cause I can, bitch |
Left with more than I came with, satisfied with the changes |
Went from bein' broke to I can buy anything, bitch |
Choppers on my mama, my sidepiece, and my main bitch |