Songtexte Evolved - Arab!

Blow, blow, blow it
Blow it, blow it, blow it
Bag, uh
Take it off his neck, uh
Had to get my check up
Now they bout respect us
Once you get yo ass up
They gon' wet sum
They gon' wet em' up
Is your brother dead, huh

Pick him up
Pick him up
Pick him up
Pick him up
Pick him up
Pick him up
Pick him up
FN finna pick him up

Uh, riding with my banger
I'm getting to this money, ain't no stranger
And the more I count up, they get stranger
She want me to save her
I ain't power ranger
3-43 came with a laser
And I'm riding with my burner, tryna bake sum
Andrew Tate, yeah
"Hello, out my face, bruh"
Ain't no way
Get the fuck out my way, bum
I can't wait none
I'm impatient
Diamonds on me, bitch, dripping like a lake, yeah
When I'm off the eight
I feel like a slave, yeah
They had saw me dead
Be the player

You ain't counting shit
Made a nigga get a new hoe, took his old bitch
Ima spend a whole bag on some fucking Rick's
Tell them that I quit the lean, but i'm sippin' Tris

Yeah, they wanna see me take off
I can't quit, cause I came too far
New Mac, and the choppa hit him "Fah-fah"
Say he finna kill me, put him on the Fox-5
Fox-5
Fox-5
Put him on the Fox-5
Put him on the Fox-5
Say he want the smoke, put him on the Fox-5