letra de homies - clay "krucial" perry iii
[intro: trippie redd]
aight
yeah (that be maaly raw)
[chorus: trippie redd]
makin’ my way downtown from the hills
pop me a 30, i just popped a pill
raised in the slums where n-ggas get k!lled
this sh-t can get ugly, this sh-t can get real
didn’t throw the sign and you know that i will
sippin’ this drink ’cause i like how it feel
i’m down to earth when i’m off of a seal
purple sapphires all on my grill
n-ggas turn fraud all off a bill
yellow black bentley, call it k!ll bill
come relax with me, count up a mil
countin’ certain cash and i ball like o’neal
purple face on the rollie, she k!ll
if you rollin’ with the homies, know that he k!ll
if you rollin’ with the homies, know that he drill
if you rollin’ with thе homies, know we for real
[verse 1: blocboy jb]
(word)
ha, wе done went, got the streets hotter than summer
i’m in the trap and that b-tch doin’ numbers
louis vuitton, do i look like a plumber?
and we ain’t with none of that, he say
we spin his block back-to-back like a motherf-ckin’ replay
mini draco in a givenchy briefcase
catch him in traffic and we make him speed race
baby girl, i’ve been stuck in my old ways, can i stab it like oj?
as soon as you come in this doorway, can we get to the four play?
i got n-ggas that’s movin’ in off-white, but my jacket is north face
f-ck his b-tch, now he stuck with the sore face
cop him out, now i know he know how the dior taste
yeah, huh? since a youngin, been payin’ my dues
‘fore i wet a n-gga, i had to lose
‘fore my prada, had somethin’ to prove
all my life, i’ve been totin’ them .2’s
earned my stripes ‘fore i dropped out of school
man, my mama didn’t raise no fool
f-ck the drama, i’m double-l cool
[verse 2: clay “krucial” perry iii]
yeah, i was thinkin’ ’bout lettin’ it loose
remember my sh-t was a negative two
every song, gotta tell ’em the truth
please bring the settlements through
i’m poppin’ until i recoup
.30s on .40s turn you to a goon
i’m behind, you a boss when they tell you what to do
dump out the sosa, the ushers got in new
bills, baby, i’m not a hustler, taught me how to hustle
smoke ’til i’m uncomfortable, chill
i got ’em madder, yeah, we n-ggas countin’ up, me
i guess it’s why i’m rushin’ ’em
yeah, my brother smoke, padded to the door
talkin’ ’bout he didn’t have us no natural
i’m on number fours ’cause my brother gone
shouldn’t have done it, though, get another soul
[chorus: trippie redd]
makin’ my way downtown from the hills
pop me a 30, i just popped a pill
raised in the slums where n-ggas get k!lled
this sh-t can get ugly, this sh-t can get real
didn’t throw the sign and you know that i will
sippin’ this drink ’cause i like how it feel
i’m down to earth when i’m off of a seal
purple sapphires all on my grill
n-ggas turn fraud all off a bill
yellow black bentley, call it k!ll bill
come relax with me, count up a mil
countin’ certain cash and i ball like o’neal
purple face on the rollie, she k!ll
if you rollin’ with the homies, know that he k!ll
if you rollin’ with the homies, know that he drill
if you rollin’ with the homies, know we for real
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