Songtexte 360 - August Reign

Aye, hey there
I'm gonna get some of that drank, Some of that purple drank
Some of that purple ass motherfuckin' Pimp C drank
Who are you?

Hit a nigga block do a 360
Text a nigga bitch 'cause I know she miss me
Miss me with the bullshit, boy don't tempt me
I been sippin' all night, rest in peace to Pimp C

Im a drink 'till I pass out, I get more then tipsy
I be in and I be out, I move like a gypsy
Boy I'm bout to get it jumping up in this bitch like bent knees
I got bad bitches from way out in Texas to Tennessee
Remember me? What I say, when I come to collect
Wear a vest all you want 'cause we aim above the neck
Come talking crazy round my way bet you get bitch slapped
Eating good everyday ain't got no six pack
Looking good, feeling better
Yeah way above the weather
She wanna spend the night, but I don't ever let her
I'm pouring up the Wock baby this ain't no Sangretta
Vegeta Valentino and the V stand for vendetta
I'm just saying, I ain't playing
I be flexing like a weigh-in
I'm locked in no crocheting
I be hunting when I'm preying
With the gang no betraying
Boy you lame you portraying
In my lane where I'm staying
Got the answers dog I'm swaying
Ayee
Air port, Prada bag
What it got?, lots of cash
Triple strip, bucket hat
Spend it all, get to back
Yellow bone, honey comb
Dick long, money long
Sticking to the G code
Forty in my peacoat

Hit a nigga block do a 360
Text a nigga bitch 'cause I know she miss me
Miss me with the bullshit, boy don't tempt me
I been sippin' all night, rest in peace to Pimp C

Okay I'm taking my mask off no Michael Myers massacre
I be running circles round the A like an Acura
I be Pouring purple
Prince, lavender
Boy you cat see me
Mirror, Dracula
Big dog with it know I'm pimping
Bachelor
Shawty ain't shit I'm a flip her
Spatula
I'm give her wood, wood like it's Hickwoy
Oh I think she like me but I think she a simile
She ain't throwing up but I think she sick of me
Long legs she go Amazon no delivery
Bro put the mask back on but we don't trick or treat
Evey time we see you get to spinning like rotisserie
I'm riding by myself, wait, no, the Glock riding with me
I just hit his block and left that shit really apocalypsy
You said you was real, but all that talking just did not convince me
Riding in this new SL, yeah this that 550
Got it out the dirt, that's for sure, boy this not a stimmy
Watch me put in work, car skrt, boy you know I'm himmy
Running to the money every day, I need every penny
When she put that booty in my face, I say, give me, give me

Hit a nigga block do a 360
Text a nigga bitch 'cause I know she miss me
Miss me with the bullshit, boy don't tempt me
I been sippin' all night, rest in peace to Pimp C