letra de dynamic trio - bigbabygucci, frais & 10cellphones
[intro: bigbabygucci]
(ayo, babs, f-ck them b-tches up)
ayy
[verse 1: bigbabygucci]
ayy, i’m on plan c
if it don’t work, then i rob them when i see
big blunt a cookie with my opp, he ain’t chance me
all of y’all full of fake sh-t like a canteen
word, you can’t come up on this block no more
y’all n-ggas bunch of bow wows, you ain’t hot no more
back then i’d probably rob yo’ ass, but i’m not no more
jacksons, i’m throwin’ twenties hoping that the cops go slow
ayy, ain’t n0body gon’ take my sh-t
treat her like the last cup of lean, you can’t take my b-tch
geekin’ off this pure morphine, you can’t fake this itch
and i’m like the next score seas’ way i shoot this clip
uh, yeah, i’ma direct a ho
ten came down, twin glocks, we don’t check the score
this a nеw year, ten-k ain’t a check no morе
five-thousand for a whole pint, he a vegetable
[verse 2: 10cellphones]
okay, i’m crazy, they say i swing the choppa like a madman
i don’t serve eights and grams no more so i’m the bag man
how the f-ck you f-ck yo’ bag up? now you a sad man
i done ran it up, f-cked it up, got it back again
you say you wanna join the team, n-gga, you ain’t really loyal
got it out the mud, these n-ggas cappin’, man, they really spoiled
i don’t trust a soul, n-gga, i don’t even trust my lawyer
and the trap still jumpin’ while i’m gone, man, that sh-t in order
pull up in the stryker, it’s a viper, b-tch i’m tryna race (skrrt)
shawty say i’m trifling but i like her, i’ma f-ck her face
who in the f-ck is these n-ggas? i’ma catch a case
i ain’t worried ’bout them glocks, i’ma up the drac’
[verse 3: frais]
auto-stock with the red key when it’s time to skate
i don’t think that wock’ came in the seal, boy, the sh-t look fake
yo’ favorite rapper in a 360, he ain’t even ate
i can be straight ’til i’m sixty off what i made today
cuban b-tch with strong features, her dad look like drake
finna hit his block with the sleeper, we gon’ change the place
i don’t think that n-gga rollie real, let me see the face
hit him in his top with this glock, we don’t hand out fades
i think that boy a dogcatcher how he caught a stray
i know that ho a real eater, see it in her face
two-seater with the v12 like i’m tryna race
even if a n-gga go to h-ll, i’ll still be straight
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