letra de test my shotta 2 - fyn twinn
hook
up and let it buss right out the back of the wagon
we tryna smush that n-gg- flat , b-tch we handin out static
dove off the scene with 33 , my youngboy shot up his address
up the stick from out the mattress , this a new typa ratchet
i been movin like a demon , this a new typa savage
he want that action i could make it happen (tell that b-tch im tryna blaze em off)
talk it like he livin , his city know thats that crazy talk
his fitted gettin hit with bout 20 , that’s enough to go around
verse
brand new f-ckin metal , push the pedal to the camp
that n-gg- talkin like he bout it , best believe that n-gg- stamped
when it’s up there b-tch it’s stuck , it ain’t no chance it’s comin down
issa must yo bro get touched , i keep it tucked for when i’m ridin round
issa must yo bro get flushed , i bet the reaper excited now
solved the issue? man give that hoe a tissue (b-tch im tryna wipe em down)
they ain’t f-ck with me before but i bet you them b-tches like me now
ak bussin with no discussion my younginlike the sound
up the fn and stretch em , we bound to get yo mans out
my n-gg- dishin out static hit me up you want a handout
my n-gg-s hot just like the block when a n-gg- step on a antpile
been steppin since a youngin this keep the lil baby agile
and b-tch im spinnin bout whatever , i just need me a lil reason
they say steppa gang be steppin like it’s leg day all season
up that pipe , plumber style and i have that lil n-gg- leakin
ian squashin beef at all , we ain’t stoppin till we even
when i’m spinnin i mean twistin and turnin the f-ckin steerin wheel
banana clip up on me , it ain’t sh-t to get you peeled
most of these n-gg-s f-ckin fakes , only a quarter of em real
they’ll stab you in yo back and scoop yo pack for a lil meal
that glizzy’ll eat a n-gg- , had to let that b-tch exercise
stand down or stand up tall like a stop sign
he talkin to me ruthless? bake the n-gg- to a potpie
and we stay wettin they block up , we ain’t bout to let the block dry
sizzlin up on it b-tch i like to let the block fry
that glock’ll make em lose his focus , we thought he was c-ckeyed
and you droppin yo bag? you best believe ian gone drop mine
can’t sleep unless the pillow chillin right up on the glock 9
hook
steppa gang just bounced right out the back of the wagon
we tryna smush that n-gg- flat , b-tch we handin out static
dove off the scene with 33 , my youngboy shot up his address
up the stick from out the mattress this a new typa ratchet
i been movin like a demon , this a new typa savage
he want that action i could make it happen , b-tch i’m tryna blaze em off
talk it like he livin like my diddy won’t come split his jaw
yo city know a n-gg- livin livin , b-tch we f-ckin raw
outro
b-tch we f-ckin raw
b-tch we too official
totin glocks and muhf-ckin pencils
and i put that onna system
letras aleatórias
- letra de when my love shoots through you - todd and jingyu
- letra de just fine - sergeant greasemixer
- letra de merangkul mesra - putra timur
- letra de impound - frazer
- letra de narcissist - lady adalyn
- letra de spill the tea - benji sanjez
- letra de your world - eternity's children
- letra de ree$e $h** - khoolkidree$e
- letra de colombes c'est atlanta - risky
- letra de joka aamu - viljami kukkonen