paroles de chanson Quite Frankly - Trapland Pat , Luh Tyler , BLP KOSHER

We came through the Bronx
Home run they think we're with the Yankees
Raw Paper championship ring I got it on my pinky
If you don't see Luh Tyler then the Kosher n---a quite frankly
Trap done went and ran them racks up he just was dressin janky

I'm in the booth me and Trap on that gas man this shit stank
Got yo bitch in here and she throwin' ass he keep sayin' spank me
These n---a they ain't tryna get no bag I don know what they think
N---a I ain't tryna make no friendships cause they get to sinking

Hopping out on feet Passion Pit I Take a walk
Machine gun stay by my side like I'm Megan Fox
Them boys playin' air guitar bitch I really rock
Spody and luh jojo in the cut
That's a butchers block
I'm with Luh Tyler no Creator of Future turning bright
Under my shirt that shining armor only hitting licks at night
That's a dog fight breaking that shit up like Dana White
Jew's name was Mike Cook he let me cook and pass the mic
Jitterbug jittery I aint buggin' they some lice
Long nights up in that yota I had to make a sacrifice
They disrespected til they saw I blew up now they actin right
We be shinin' bright The opps mad flexing moissanite

My side bih from Brooklyn, pull up from that 3
Hit the net another booking
N---as mannhattin' quit cappin' for we hook them
Don't understand why they hatin' on my chances when I took them
All them hoes on my roster so bad but I don't whoop them

All my n---a doin good but all my bitches bad
Man I swear these hoes be for the team and they be getting passed
See you ran you up a lil cash but that ain't finna last
I be staying in my lane and I ain't nothing like you n---a
Man my n---a he insane, he got a button on his pistol
I hit that n---a bitch like it's nothing bet he miss her
I just jumped up on a mic and I took off l missle
I'm a big dog to you n----s bet they call me mister
Can't get your bitch off me she see these diamonds and these crystals
I'm a snap any time you put me on the instrumental
Look at my neck that bitch on froze It get cold like December

Believe what you see not what you heard cause it ain't in vain
Twenty five thousand grams of swappery I zoe'd the strain
Think my Cali bih been tryna go skiing cause of tyler chain
25 aint gon make the cut for that Johnny Dang
I could show you how to make the ends meet if it ain't circulation
You gon have to really lock in use your concentration
If a n---a say he run Deerfield that's exaggeration
Ski done beat that hat bout the Z he ain't even hatian

Pat told me stay from around a trick he ain't Odell
Cash rules everything around me like the Carvel
Amy Winehouse I'm sippin cherry in the motel
Sir smoke a lot a lot of opps
Half-baked Dave Chappele
Speedin to that cheese in Saint Pete but I'm not rushin
Woot da woo just slid to pine tree with a baker's dozen
He was stretching shit before the fame like he Danny Duncan
Catch em outback and imma fry em that's a bloomin onion