letra de every sitche - stacks bw
[chorus]
like
b-tch we don’t play
we act bad every sitchy
like, if ion’ got it know sb be wit’ me
dg got the whip, we gon’ spin til’ we dizzy
my driver on foster lookin’ for a dizzy
like make it loud
like when you bang, all you hear is that-
like baby crashout, he don’t care ’bout the crowd
bro said i’m a rapper, stop doin’ the sh-t that you used to
[verse 1]
t-tryna bend through they side, we gon’ cross ’em
don’t hop in that ride if you not tryna blow too
shot five times, why the f-ck he alive?
he do voodoo
don’t beef wit’ them boys ’cause they fool too
like it’s too hot, make it cali
like make ’em mad, ion’ gotta say-
like paper and grabba rollin’ up the baddie
like we in the 8, i know reem got sally
big ebk, like
this the sh-t that we talk about
you get hit on that block better walk it out
ion’ gotta say nun’ to n-ggas
if they say it’s up, better know we gon’ choke ’em out
since he ain’t pass it, you better just hawk him out
d3 gon’ get him wit’ a xd
don’t you spin through this way, i got sb
bad b-tch on my d-ck tryna leave the sh-t messy
glah
like how these n-ggas say slide or provide?
like but these n-ggas go slide and go hide
better ask about 80z, we known for them crimes
2019 tryna make sh-t rhyme
like turn the beat up
like in the raq wit’ lil’ jay, got my feet up
don’t bend through this way, better know i got heater
we spinnin’ off rip if a b-tch n-gga t us
like, uh
we got the ride
like either me or qb in the passenger
we bend that block, so we see why they mad at us
belt to ass what we do them characters
i got a .40 but i’m tryna add up
like bullets speedin’ like it was a challenger
score off that block, get the re-up then bag it up
she tryna f-ck but i want her to back it up, like
82 posted up in that backseat
d’s on us, but dg got fasty
b-tch i’m a rapper, can’t hop out no taxi
da on d-ck tryna slam off her [?]
like i can’t bend, only five in a jammer
so you better get some more force for the cali
bend through that side tryna make that sh-t nasty
go pour up a four in the spot then get aggy
[chorus]
like
b-tch we don’t play
we act bad every sitchy
like, if ion’ got it know sb be wit’ me
dg got the whip, we gon’ spin til’ we-
my driver on foster lookin’ for a dizzy
like make it loud
like when you bang, all you here is that-
like baby crashout, he don’t care ’bout the crowd
bro said i’m a rapper, stop doin’ you used to
n-gga
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