letra de fto - lil scoom89
(intro)
we hop out the striker night time, make that boy go to bed, call this glock a pistol, no.2 cause this b-tch let off lead, on the block just havin’ fun, h-lla glocks, got h-lla guns, told lil bro to go we rock, we spin they block, n leave sh-t done, pockets fat, i stay with bread man, f-ck a b-tch, i love them funds, we like stickies on them switchies, but lil cuz popped out wit drums, f-ck the opps, i ain’t gon’ troll with no goofy, you my son, how you dissin’ wit no gun, yo pockets little, you a bum, we gon slide bounce out da v, why the f-ck them n—as run, goofy sh-t, shootin’ all them switche’s but only tap one
(verse 1)
we got bеam’s on every gun, but really known for walkin’ down, boy comе here, cuz hawk ‘em down, the switch let off a hunnid rounds, time to slide, i call up drench, we slidin’ through blocks, tryna make some drown, death ends, so come & shop we got dogfood by the pound, nah, lil bro don’t need his switch, but like the way the b-tton sound, 20 shots come out this bl!ck, hit the flo, he kissed the ground, spin cycle, ‘round around, caught a opp, outta bounds, how the f-ck you talm’ bout slidin’, but you always outta town?, we f-ck up the raq, dog the hemmy, this a srt, yeah we love dem switches, boy this sh-t too fast to use your feet, posted wit dem sharks, swimmin’ through the dark, cause this sh-t deep, off the drugs, i waste the wok, i’m mad as h-ll, cause this ain’t cheap
(verse 2)
hold on, that’s the cops?, the greenlight turned to red but boy don’t stop, ty got the wheel, get out da gen, make sure that we ain’t boxed, pockets heat, got 30 knocks, dirty b-tch do 30 c-cks, play wit us, that boy gon’ die, go ask yo brother, cause he on fox, hopout tap his loc’s, mad cause he ain’t die, but he got shot, i might hop from eat, to eat, but i can’t show love to a thot, thinking wit yo c-ck, gon’ leave you dead, just know that backdoor open, got the lo, bust the through the door, he tried to run, ‘fore he got popped
(closing chorus)
on the block just having fun, h-lla glocks got h-lla guns told lil bro to go, we rock, we spin they block, n leave sh-t done, pockets fat, i stay with bread man, f-ck a b-tch, i love the funds, we like stickie’s on them switchies, but lil cuz popped out wit drum’s, f-ck the opp’s, i ain’t gon’ troll wit no goofy, you my son, how you dissin wit no gun?, yo pocket’s little you a bum, we gon’ slide bounce out our da v, why the f-ck them n—as run, goofy sh-t, shootin’ all dem switches, but only tap one
-lilscoom89
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