paroles de chanson Til Its Finished - Drae Sativ

Popped some mini me's
I was on some fettuccine, don't get in between
Locking in like twenty deep at the end of the week
Smoking hydroponic man I can't even feel my feet
Pocket rocket, cause they out of pocket in the street
I just play it neat
Need my twenty piece
We just get to styling, I'll back out, you see receipts
Like I'm on some ADD, make sure the racks stacked neat
Shit can get intense but I keep cool, just lean with me
Cup start getting clean, hold on
Talking bout this bitch like what she do? I haven't seen

Pop out with my bitch but on this side the grass is greener
Pop out with the stick but on this side the money meaner
Pop out with the shit like you ride if you can see it

We'll go lick for lick and you can try and be the hero
Getting to the Guap like Tarantino
Put him in the sky but the flight ain't private
This the perfect time but this shit still get slimy
Thinking bout the fire, come on just ignite it
You got to get it how you live
I'm in the six with this shit like bring all the money we bring
We going to talk and bring out the brinks truck, we ride with a key
Up in the club but we got the Glick tucked, there's no time to blink
We got it now coz we never been rushed, the money still is
We got the block hot, why would we take off the grip?
We got to pop some shit, hey
Take off ya head, we spinning
We got the bread unleaded
We got the gas unleaded
Never go back from wining
Just looked in my bag, the bag is spilling
That lil Fendi mask just match the feeling
He got the Jag, I'm drilling

I been in the coupe, four deep and it's tinted
There's bout twenty grams, we going to smoke it until it finished
Break down the grams
Bring another bag
Dirty up Fanta
Put dope on the camera

I been in the coupe, four deep and it's tinted
There's bout twenty grams, we going to smoke it until it finished
I been in the coupe, four deep and it's tinted
There's bout twenty grams, we going to smoke it until it finished