paroles de chanson Get Back Mode - Boss Top , King Von

Strech Gang
Get back mode bitch
Let's get it
What?
Huh

I hit the Glock up, niggas too litty bitch, I hit the guap up
Niggas wrote statements, niggas was tellin' on me, I hit the lockup
Niggas gettin' popped up,
Every try to harass us, Gucci from the sock up
Wet the whole block up, Came through drippin' on em, somebody mop up
Glock 29 to your boxcut, pop me a bean bitch, I hit the chop up
Smoke out the Ps,
Bad for the cheese, I sippin' purp with that Wockhardt
Foenem be thirsty to drop some,
Came down the strip and light the whole block up
Came through swervin' in a two seater lookin' like Vivica A. Fox

Von too fly won't box nothin'
Bitch you high, go top some
Rollin' off the pills, got a nigga wanna pop somethin'
I'm too hot, they like "King Von drop somethin'"
What you want a song??
Caught his ass lackin' couldn't make the summer
He be workin' packs, he ain't makin' nothin'
Nigga too ugly, he ain't fuckin', he be takin' some
I got hard shells not burritos
I load em to shoot em like free throw
I? the condos and I pour the Zeko
Rap shit easy like I got the cheat code
I got a Mexican freak hoe, her brother the plug, chico
Out here the Jacksons, Tito and nigga you want smoke let me know

See I'm on the come up, still I run up
Light this shit up like the sun up
50 round drummer, pipe like a plumber
But it really came from Osama
Get a lotta munna, VVS charmer
I ain't fuckin' shit, no condom
I'm loaded, I'm armed up, reload it and harm some
Motor got hit from the arm up
Brown Gucci socks, Gucci?
Back Gucci? when I'm in the tonka
Hop out this summer, money like?
Jewelry all wet like thunder
Drinkin' my lungs, Smokin' on onion, Backwood fat like a?
Get Back Mode I'm droppin' this summer, streets in the head like?

I tote a Glock not a ruger, all my niggas smoke Tooka
? My? eatin' steaks with the shooter
100k on a Chain, yeah, me and Booka
Bet not tweak, I'm stupid, use your head don't lose it
12 years old when I stole me a?
I was too young, I ain't know how to use it
"Aye, King Von drop somethin'", call DQ go pop somethin'
Opps outside make a nigga wanna mop somethin'
You killed what? Aye pussy nigga stop frontin'
See I'm up in here with the Stretch, we stackin' up bodies like Tetris
Get the fuck up off my phone talkin' reckless
He got hit in his shit up now he get the message

Yeah, yeah
You know what the fuck goin' on nigga
King Von, BossT know what the fuck goin' on nigga (The fuck goin' on)
Yeah, yeah
Strech Gang shit nigga
What? (Bow, bow, bow. bow, bow)
Yeah (Let's get it)
Yeah (Let's get it)
Yeah (Let's get it)
Game over you bitch ass niggas
Yeah, Strech Gang bitch
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