letra de prkgodumb - prks3t
lil prk!
grrra! grrra!
bow! bow! bow!
(oh my god! did prk make this beat?)
[pre-hook]
yeah!
i pull up with guns i pull up with choppas (grrra!)
i got a hunnid round drum
i flex designer on all of my oppas
flex on my exes for fun
i’m countin’ hunnids but my wrist so icy all of my fingers is numb
i’m in the club i’m off the perc, yeah, i swear to god i go dumb (bow! bow! bow!)
[hook]
going dumb!
yeah, going dumb!
yeah, going dumb! (bow! bow! bow! bow! bow! bow!)
yeah, i’m going dumb!
cus’ i got them racks on racks
we flippin packs on packs
from trap to trap
like back to back
she acrobat
she bent it back just like a cat
[verse 1]
yeah! yeah!
yeah!
drivin’ around in the street
yeah, twin choppas lay in the seat
yeah, ridin’ around with a freak
aye, imma just drop some heat
aye, i just produced some heat
aye, i got them hoes saying (oh my god! did prk make this beat?)
b-tch i might’ve too
i ain’t finna lie to you
i don’t like the sight of you
and i ain’t gon’ say bye to you
i pull up with rifles, tecs, and ks, i pull up with snipers too
you steady talkin’ all that stick till the beam pointing right at you (bow! bow! bow!)
[pre-hook]
yeah!
i pull up with guns i pull up with choppas
i got a hunnid round drum
i flex designer on all of my oppas
flex on my exes for fun
i’m countin’ hunnids but my wrist so icy all of my fingers is numb
i’m in the club i’m off the perc, yeah, i swear to god i go dumb (bow! bow! bow!)
[hook]
going dumb!
yeah, going dumb!
yeah, going dumb!
yeah, i’m going dumb!
cus’ i got them racks on racks
we flippin packs on packs
from trap to trap
like back to back
she acrobat
she bent it back just like a cat
[verse 2]
from nc
to the ht
run up with that heat
with a beam
put it on the seat
gucci on my feet
imma die for my slimes and i put that on the g
if you need work i’ll call rohan issa dimer for a g
no cap, it’s a situation
hithu on probation
free lil bro, he still drippin’, he still got that irrigation
imma fly to houston for the weekend ion even cap
he talkin’ all that smack until he talkin to this mac (bow! bow! bow!)
[pre-hook]
yeah!
i pull up with guns i pull up with choppas
i got a hunnid round drum
i flex designer on all of my oppas
flex on my exes for fun
i’m countin’ hunnids but my wrist so icy all of my fingers is numb
i’m in the club i’m off the perc, yeah, i swear to god i go dumb (bow! bow! bow!)
[hook]
going dumb!
yeah, going dumb!
yeah, going dumb!
yeah, i’m going dumb!
cus’ i got them racks on racks
we flippin packs on packs
from trap to trap
like back to back
she acrobat
she bent it back just like a cat
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