paroles de chanson stawp it - Broke Boi J

Yeah, we put that boy in the wood
Smoke in the air
Smoke in the air so you know it's good
Run up on me, I wish you would
Internet gangster, you not from the hood
Better not try it, them shooters afoot

We gon' catch a body, yeah
Hit him, run his pockets
Stop making music, that is not it
I'm just being honest
That boy strange, like he from Hawkins
Get to the bands and I will not stop it
Why are you talking, you do not make profit
Talking to feds, boy you a opp then
Boy, I can ball with my offhand
Boy, I do this very often
All I take is dubs
All you take is losses
RVC we some mafia bosses
K gon knock out his knowledge
Yeah, boy I been balling like Dragic
She trying to sit on my rocket
She trying to sit on my sausage
Smoking on gas and I'm coughing
I need a lozenger
That boy not hard, he soft serve
How you gon' tell, how you gon' snitch
Boy you a officer
Why you on my, boy you all the colors
Boy you a clown
Boy you a joke
Imma empty the clip at your throat
I got good aim, don't need a scope
You want some smoke
Let it be known
Talking like he high, we gon send him low
Boy, I got my nine, we ready to go
Say I don't make money, that's a hoax
Greatest in my city, JKM the GOAT
That boy a rat, we don't mess with those
I'm trying to run it up, that's the goal