letra de six flags - fotrill
“brando watcha’ doin’ boy?”
(hook)
all this d-mn money in a big bag
eight in my wood, i ain’t trynna hit your zig zag (gas)
diamonds on me like i’m riff raff
shawty got a booty and her skin like a kitt katt (b-tch)
designer on me, yea it’s mismatched
shooter got a pistol but you know that the clip fat (pew pew pew)
in the studio, blowing thick gas
hop on my wave and they ride it like it’s six flags
all this d-mn money in a big bag
eight in my wood, i ain’t trynna hit your zig zag (gas)
diamonds on me like i’m riff raff
shawty got a booty and her skin like a kitt katt (b-tch)
designer on me, yea it’s mismatched
shooter got a pistol but you know that the clip fat (pow)
in the studio, blowing thick gas
hop on my wave and they ride it like it’s six flags
(verse)
rolling sticky on my phone so i can’t really change the song (gas)
imma smoke this wood while she be taking off her thong (b-tch)
we be ballin’ at rodeo cuz the money really long
she done hit me on the ‘gram saying she love all my songs
i be in the back of the nice–ss whip while i’m counting up all my dead presidents (money)
they be like “oh my god, trill how you always coming up with all of the best sentences (uh)
steady chasing big–ss racks and i’m on my way to go and cop my next residence (whew)
they can smell my gas from a block away so you know i smoke on the best medicine (cough, cough, cough)
two b-tches on my bed, one’s black, one’s white, like yin yang (d-mn)
i can’t even tell which one’s better at giving brain (who?)
all these chains around me, you’d think i’m an inmate
say that you ain’t heard of me? like where the f-ck you been man? (lil b-tch)
grinding hard, always working on the mixtape
chop a couple beats up, it’s just like a switchblade
coming up fast, if you in my way i switch lanes (skrrt)
walk through school and all these heads be turning cuz of “self-made” (hahah)
(hook)
all this d-mn money in a big bag
eight in my wood, i ain’t trynna hit your zig zag (gas)
diamonds on me like i’m riff raff
shawty got a booty and her skin like a kitt katt (b-tch)
designer on me, yea it’s mismatched
shooter got a pistol but you know that the clip fat (pew pew pew)
in the studio, blowing thick gas
hop on my wave and they ride it like it’s six flags
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