letra de favorite quote - whyg
[chorus]
can’t pay these n-ggas no attention, they broke
walk inside my trap house all you see clouds of smoke
might bullets they float
i leave you wet little n-gga like boats
my gun is a author and murder she wrote
i call your b-tch turkey, she give lots of throat
any set it’ll get wet
little n-gga that’s my favorite quote
if i point this glizzy at you it’ll change you just like a remote
45 bite you up like mosquitoes (lah, lah!)
got your b-tch in my bed and she doin’ the most (she is)
she swallow my nut, ugh, gross
little bro dropped after bro, uh, g.o.a.t
if you see mе in the streets, b-tch, blow
never ran from a opp, b-tch, no
[verse]
no knifе on my neck, but you know i’m cutthroat
no super soaker, but i got you soaked
money come first, ha, joke
i know what he knows
seen his brains on the floor (seen it)
my trap house is tt look like jersey shore
broad day i might flip on your block when i’m bored
me and my cro feature hot just like forbes
when i land uk just get me a sword
bad b-tch so s-xy in juicy couture
mike amiri jeans on my ass, they vellore
hold my gun together like a mega sword
before i record, i gotta drop a 4
only direction on my compass is north (northside)
if i can’t find a knife, scr-p the pot wit’ a fork
baby girl give me brain, she so smart, she a dork
don’t wear that fake drip, the real drip you cannot afford, uh
walk into my trap and you see drugs galore
i keep a hammer on me just like thor
beat up the gun ’til it’s sore
last thing he seen was me, the next thing he seen was the lord
when i got extensions, don’t mean weave or cords
pull it out on a n-gga like drawers
put ’em to sleep, but you don’t hear no snores
[chorus]
can’t pay these n-ggas no attention, they broke
walk inside my trap house all you see clouds of smoke
might bullets they float
i leave you wet little n-gga like boats
my gun is a author and murder she wrote
i call your b-tch turkey, she give lots of throat
any set it’ll get wet
little n-gga that’s my favorite quote
if i point this glizzy at you it’ll change you just like a remote
45 bite you up like mosquitoes (lah, lah!)
got your b-tch in my bed and she doin’ the most (she is)
she swallow my nut, ugh, gross
little bro dropped after bro, uh, g.o.a.t
if you see me in the streets, b-tch, blow
never ran from a opp, b-tch, no
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