paroles de chanson 414 Scurvy (Posse Cut) (feat. AyooLii, kill.dawn, Superstar Sel, Maz G, Stix & Dalenkwent) - Daark

Oh no
Ayy (414, 612) I'm with Daark, I'm with Lee my nigga
Fadumo hit me up, said it can be a while
Fadumo hit me up, said it can be a minute
808s smacking on my dome, I want fire
Yup, yup, I'm tired
Razor blades cutting on your nose, you're a liar
Pinocchio trying to get wiser

Yeah, I been counting all these bands OK
My nigga made the beat, I throw these hands OK
Throw him in air, I hope he lands OK
Got her in the club with a dancer
I be getting to the green, Bruce Banner
Getting paper, boy, while I'm in Atlanta
Sold a G to a hoe named Hannah
Sold a G to a nigga named Hannah

Check, one-two, one-two
Yeah check, check, one-two, one-two (one-two)
In the kitchen, bitch you know what I do
Two smacks on me, nigga, me and my crew
If you want success got to go get a check
Bust down bitch VVS
Iced out, bitch, I got a glacier on my neck
Hold on
Catching all these heads, I can't even call my own
I've been running to the bread, running to the croissant
Baby, you go on and start ahead
Got my third eye bitch, I'm in Bel-Air
I'm gonna smack on a G, got a price on the whole ounce
Oh yeah lil bitch, I can see clear
I'm smoking on Bel-Air

When I hit the 414 I hit up AyooLii
When I hit the 414 I hit up AyooLii
When they see me through the door then they say, "Ayo, Lee!"
That's my government, see, what you know of me?
Hunting in the East since I stood at only half a knee
When I hit the 414 I'll probably call my momma first
Said I'm picking up some chords and some old pajama shirts
Man I lied cause I was digging trying to smoke Obama blurnts
Roll a couple roaches over in a folder with some dirt

Frog-eyed bent
Cruise through the city I got 5 percent
Make a nigga sick off the shit I spent
Get like me but I'm not like them
Get like me I'm with AyooLii
Switch on the back 50 shots when I squeeze
Switch on the back it can't fit in my jeans
Walk in the club and they pay me a fee
Walk in the club he ain't cleaner than me
Rose Royce truck make me feel like a star
Came from the East why I walked in with Maz
Walk in this bitch and they know who we are
Hit from the back made her buss out her bra

Yeah, I been counting all these bands OK
My nigga made the beat, I throw these hands OK
Throw him in air, I hope he lands OK
Got her in the club with a dancer
I be getting to the green, Bruce Banner
Getting paper, boy, while I'm in Atlanta
Sold a G to a hoe named Hannah
Sold a G to a nigga named Hannah

I was running through the M, there's nobody anyplace
I wear a hood, she wear hijab, nobody peeking at a face
I got it good, she got a job with bodies bleeding in the place
Somebody should keep it together when we're meeting at the lake
I shaved my head and hit the gym and now I'm Mr. Clean
I'm flaming reg up to the brim I feel like Mr. Freeze
They hear my register, assume I came from overseas
I never had to swim, I'm from Wisconsin like a lot of cheese

Ayyy what I'm bad backing
What man, said I'm bad backing
4 in the morning can't sleep, catch me dancing with the devil in the middle of the night
I got fire action I got real big hypes
I'm with Daark, I'm with Lee, man I'm bussing off a triple
Sold my hype Dr. Pepper man, swear to god I'm tripping
Man 6 in the morning and this nigga Diet Coke
Came home with a roll, I got cheese lil bro
Got the wood leaving ash on my jeans, not a cigarette
Like I'm playing for the Bucks, man, can't nobody guard me
Two pounds of fertilizer man you know I got that shit on me
Bad backing going through it up inside my mama kitchen
Broke ass nigga really cheap fake grittin
Ask if lil Sarah want that meth, methamphetamine
My uncle don't even smoke powder, he a fake fiend

Hit from the back I make hits in my sleep
If he send me a feat then I'm frying the beat
If he got beef with me then we hitting his treash
Plays in the burbs
I got plays in the streets
Play with my nerves they don't play about me
And I'm holding my word like I'm holding my heat
Sip when they swerve if they got syrup on the seat
Don't repeat what you see it's with God and with me
DTE made him 6 feet deep
I slide round town swear I don't need feet
Round I got racks on me
Round town I got G's

808s smacking on my dome, I want fire
Yup, yup, I'm tired
Razor blades cutting on your nose, you're a liar
Pinocchio trying to get wiser
Ayo, shout out Milwaukee
Oh no
It's Daark out