Текст песни Super Trap Bros - Saliva Grey , 99zed

Slow burning Dutches in the whip I count my earnings up
We get it by the pound so I'm around and bitch I'm serving up
I give Saliva back his bread and now we fucked up turning up
I know that seeing 187 winning really hurting yuh

Front him that
He flip a pack
Get the bread
Send it back
Super trap bros
Matching bags
Tripping sack
In the rags
Snow shoe
Blow down
Whippets in me so I'm fucking gone

Licking up your shawty like I'm rolling up a dutch
These bitches call me Little Mac the way I'm beating up their guts
And when I'm chopping up a lines the only time that I'm in love
Little bitty bitty bitty bitch I shoot your mans for fun

Biddy biddy bitch
On that trippy trippiness
Drop a tab and then I send
Myself in that dimension 6
Got a 6 and a cig
Fuck her send her out the crib
Send her home with all my kids
Ain't paying for abortion bitch

Call us Ice Climbers
Cocaine burning PK FIRE
I got killers up for hire
50k we burnin tires
He was wearing a wire
So I slid like Micheal Meyers
I had four homies run up
These bullets singing like a choir

I was born in '97 papa raised a fucking savage
Taught me everything and now I flip a fucking package
I got new money fam is grinding every fucking second
Count your blessings count your hundreds coming up like an erection