letra de daytona beach - bundleboy quan
[hook: bundleboy quan]
if my brother take a l that mean i lost too
we broke it down in bundles, 90 a gram what it’s gon cost you
i’m chilling on the boardwalk in daytona, they want the soft too
soon as you got knocked she started f-cking off that’s what these broads do
million dollars worth of game, i got the sauce you better listen
yo big homie ass, he pushing 40 never seen a chicken
motion pictures and informants, feds wanna take down the business
we blowing money fast, we flex on n-ggas, popeye on his spinach
[verse: bundleboy ruler]
brett hart in the spot serving sharpshooters
the game in a submission
pound-for-pound bundleboyz walk in the spot and we weigh in
all my brother gotta do is tag me in like edge & chrisitan
everybody can’t get they hands on it, this limited edition
bubba ray & d-von dudley putting n-ggas through them tables
trap and rapping put the dirty money in a record label
i’m tony soprano having panic attacks, i need to see a shrink
i’m ag in the crib with a big ass poster of james gandolfini
[verse: bundleboy quan & -bundleboy ruler]
it get cold in buffalo, i’m thinking bout grabbing a mink
menace to society i feel like caine standing over the sink
i’m the hustler and the shooter, protect the brand if a n-gga reach
a .40 sh-ll a have y’all babysitting him, working on his speech
-n-gga think he gon get a w on me, it’s gon be a upset
all y’all n-ggas wanted to be like mike, sh-t i wanted to be like meech
-byrdgang getting money, getting fly like dipset
bundleboyz we back outside, went on tour near south beach
they think i’m on vacation, i’m still hustling, ear glued to the streets
lil n-gga i could show you how a desi work
i like that rollie but what the presi worth
man this sh-t getting crazy, i’m in a virtual world selling bricks in the metaverse
wanna be like us, you gotta sell it first
we hit yo ass with real raw, introduce you to some real dog
i keep a shooter on call
[hook: bundleboy quan]
if my brother take a l that mean i lost too
we broke it down in bundles, 90 a gram what it’s gon cost you
i’m chilling on the boardwalk in daytona, they want the soft too
soon as you got knocked she started f-cking off that’s what these broads do
million dollars worth of game, i got the sauce you better listen
yo big homie ass, he pushing 40 never seen a chicken
motion pictures and informants, feds wanna take down the business
we blowing money fast, we flex on n-ggas, popeye on his spinach
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