paroles de chanson Baby Yoda - Chetta

Beat Fiends
Beat Fiends
Beat Fiends
Beat Fiends

Chop the roof off
Let me ride like it's stolen
I'ma hotboy
Ain't no telling what I'm holding
Drop a sixer of the tris in my soda
And my AR got a beam
Call it yoda
Spend a C note
Just to park
Where the hoes at
Vibing on my rooftop
Smoking on a big pack
Glock 19 always poking
Where the pole at?
Tell me can you hold that?
Baby can you hold that?
I'ma pull up
Scream bloody murder
It's hot in the trap
And we still haven't heard of ya
I got these racks and these straps
Like the punisher
Fuck from the back
I'ma break all her furniture
Counting up mula
I feel like I'm gudda
YSL dripping
Your bitch call me gunna
Pull the cal ripkin
It rip like no other
Over here popping
Like I need another

Did I stutter?
All on her lips like some color
Hold up
Talking my shit
It's no wonder
Im'a
Pull up like lightning
I'm thunder
Hold up
Run up on shit
It's a come up
Come up
Get what you got
Pussy run up
What up

I'm in the field
With lions and bears
I smoke the pound
Cause life isn't fair
Popping on something
No I never share
This choppa go crazy
Might shoot at the air
I'm fucking on shawty
She think that I care
I'm fully aware
I'm fully aware
That draco be jumping
I jump over heads
Ten racks to my lawyers
Like fuck all the feds
One call to my migos
They chopping off heads
No I'm never scared
I'm already dead

Yeah yeah
Already dead
Already dead
Already dead
Yeah yeah
Already dead
Already dead
Already dead

Heat up the block
And I'm walking on coal
Two hundred for socks
And they keep getting old
Twelve hundred for louis prints
All on my soles
I got it on lock
Yeah I got this shit sewed
Ain't tryna survive
I'm tryna get throwed
Go show me the way
And I'll kick it the door
Keep loading it up
Bitch it's up with the poles
I'm breaking it down with the work
Shipping bows
Baby on go
I can't fuck you no more
I just drive by the whip
And I shoot at you hoes
Breaking the seal
Pour all the fo's
I couldn't chill with my whole neck on froze
Don't need me no deal
I need me a rolls
Don't need me no pills
I'm still taking more
Be all in her ear
Selling her soul
Don't have no fear
I'm here to blow

Did I stutter?
All in her mouth
Like some bubbles
Hold up
Sleep with a Glock
Thats a cuddle
I'ma
Pull up on blocks
What the bubble
What up

Trying your luck
Thats a stuggle
Hold up
Try me
My team going to huddle
Run up
I'm in the streets
With killers and feins
Load up the sig
Full magazine
Smoking on runtz
'Till my cranium bleeds
Keep chopping it up
'Till they matching my speed
I'm fully deluxe
Off a xan and a bean
You know what I mean
You know what I mean
That F & N gone reach
I'm knocking out teeth
Ya bitch wanting me
I'm James in the peach
Smoke Yoda OG
Tryna fix all my head
No I'm never scared
I'm already dead

Yeah yeah
Already dead
Already dead
Already dead
Yeah yeah
Already dead
Already dead
Already dead

How
How
How
How do you ride
How do you ride
How do you ride
How do you ride
Is you gone slide
Is you gone slide
Is you gone slide
Is you gone slide
I'm dying inside
Already dead no feelings inside
Just waiting to die
It's tearing me down
It's tearing me down
It's tearing me down
I'm dying inside
It's tearing me down
All in my vibe
It's tearing me down
I'm tryna ride
It's tearing me down
Close out my eyes
It's tearing me down
Bury me down
It's tearing me down
Just bury me down
Just bury me down