paroles de chanson Why Tf - Evlix

Bitch I keep the pistol I could
Never go out sad
Yuh I'm fucking on your wife why
The fuck she calling me dad
Bitch I'm blowing that big gas
While I'm sipping that fucking red
Uh bitch I'm toting that pistol
Point the beam at your head

Laughing to the bank huh she fuck
With my deposit
Fucking on this bitch see the bread
I fucking pause it
You be doing all that talking huh
While I fucking cock it
Smoking on some grams huh had
It in my pocket

Had it in my pocket bitch I only
Smoke exotic yeah
Fuck with us don't try you know
Lou keep that M3
Shooting the clip till it's empty
That lil hoe wanna be me
Ar 15 they came with a beam
Can't fuck with these hoes man
Honestly
Me and Evlix just been running it
Up
Yeah chilling pouring 4's in our
Cup
You say you hard we calling your
Bluff
All of this money but can't get
Enough
I'm making a day what you make a
Month
Swear these little boys my sons
Don't let me pull out my drum
I'll shoot it until it's done
I'll shoot it yeah just for fun
No lil bitch can't run from my gun
You can run but you can't hide
Cause my gun got thermal sight

Bitch I keep the pistol I could
Never go out sad
Yuh I'm fucking on your wife why
The fuck she calling me dad
Bitch I'm blowing that big gas
While I'm sipping that fucking red
Uh bitch I'm toting that pistol
Point the beam at your head