Songtexte Owell - A$AP TyY

OWell nigga
Got that pound out the whole cell, bring your bitch to that hotel, but you know them fucking hoes tell
Any weight, cause I'm moving like a ton, make sure you got your gun, run Ricky better run, you look like my little son
Call back, fall back, bitch snitch fucking all that, count twenty need it all back, rob a nigga nigga, nigga need all that
All that talking get you touch nigga, gossiping and talking on the net nigga
Here you when step though, counting cash, yeah my bitch keep me fresh though
I'm just talking on the track, got my Harlem gettie got my back
My nigga front then we coming back, Harlem like a diplomat
Its A$AP in this bitch, TyY bout to start some shit
Bullets tryna sound like a hundred clips, you know who you fucking with

Running with the savages (OW-we-well)
Cause triggers down with the sevens (OW-we-well)

Close range with the solo shot, chop you down no photo crop
Shoot a nigga out his polo top, Pacquiao the way Otto dropped
But I an't talking about a fight nigga, I'm talking bout you fighting for life nigga
OWell nigga
My team gives two fucks, riding with them K's like I'm Ku-Kluxs, Bitch niggas stop acting you to tough
Hit em' with the steel, make em' bruise up, hit the bank fuck the rent we tryna move up
Need a crib with about a six story up, got my niggas get the lean, pour me up
Hit a lick, hit my nigga Relli up
Meet me at the Heightsless counting money up

Count that money up
Nigga count that money up
Nigga count that money up
Nigga count that money up