letra de i heard - glokk40spaz
[verse]
rockstar, i spent ten bands at the mall
twenty-five bands on your head, huh, multiply two, now they double
n-gga wanna hang with the mob, yeah, n-gga can’t the in the huddle
it’s like ever since i got rich n-gga, i want [a full diamond bezel?]
sildin’ outside with them cutters
millions, i’ll f-ck on your mother
me and my brother, we came from the gutter
them young n-ggas ain’t loyal, they snaking each other
i’m spreading mud, this money like b-tter
this sh-t ain’t for you, she know she can’t come
wear a plan b, i don’t wanna’ have a son
i put the scarf on her head like a nun
none of you n-ggas ain’t talking ’bout nun’
i’m on the block, i’m keeping my gun
i told h-ll these n-ggas my son
smokin’ exotic, it’s f-ckin’ with my lung
play with the mob, he red rum
i put a switch on the back of the gun
that b-tch shoot like, “brrrrt”
you know she a groupie, you know she gon’ suck
we got the sticks for whoever wan’ buck
b-tch you ain’t nun’, i’m just tryna’ catch my nut
shooting the glock so a n-gga gotta’ duck it
i talk to his soul, call me david ruffin
they was never in the street, n-ggas be bluffing
i’m spending money, a hundred ain’t nothing
she walking past and i look at her b-tt
yeah i’m having paper, i could buy you some stuff
bnb, it look like a mansion
you could’ve went up with us
no- no, they ain’t f-cking with us
huh, i pull the sticks out the trunk
babywoah, h-ll no, i ain’t pulling no stunts
h-ll rolling exotic blunts
i miss my b-tches, just call me a mutt
chrome heart bracelet, diamonds in the ruff
twenty-three racks at icebox
i gotta’ pop, it’s been too long
you gotta’ chill, b-tch hold on
i’m feeling high, i’m so gone
i can’t even pop it with no ho
money messenger like a [?]
we smoking dead man just like a bong
money on me, i flex on ’em like so’
bad b-tches, hit them in a row
[?] in the moncler coat
know a n-gga steal from the store
i only told you because i got on
i f-ck her good, she say it’s in her stomach
you feeling my partners girl, i ain’t no dummy
i been in the streets and these n-ggas some phonies
i pin the ho down then i take the ho bowling
what you wan’ do?
young n-gga sliding through
[?] in the coupe
play with the gang, take your top off like [?]
i was just locked up, i just selling soup
then i came home and blew up like a nuke
fifth day out, i’m locked in the stu’
drop racks on your head and i bet it be poo
mobb sh-t like free [?]
“you ain’t finna fire off sh-t”, n-gga who?
i ain’t even hit the b-tch, i heard she was loose
i ain’t even hit the b-tch, i heard she was loose
i ain’t even hit the b-tch, i heard she was loose
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