paroles de chanson Anthem - GMG Lulheim

(Damn jam, this shit a vibe)
(GMG)
(OTM)

We gon see the fuck they talking bout
Gas got me higher then clouds so we can hawk em out
Niggas be pussy in silence, they tryna talk it out
Got the drop we at your house
Niggas burgers, In-N-Out
They minute made, they for the clout
GMG
OTM
Say we ain't up, we been past them

It was me and E he clutching on his stick
Talking bout they got the drop, tryna get 1 up on his vic
We left em birdy, left em nick
I'm bout sum money you bout bitches
2 ton Glock came with extensions
Nigga keep me out yo mentions
Up the blicky at his fitted

Rule number 1 when your clutching that stick
She went left I went right, turn my back on a bitch
She found out I got bread
I got played I was nick
I keep dissing the opps imma see what they wit
Rapping for money, what you expect
Got frost bite too much ice on my chest
Stick got dirty can't tell you the rest
Short cut nigga I cheat on the test

She throwing it on me like she tryna bone
Bad lil bitch can't leave me alone
I keep it home I ain't scared of the nigga
5 guys with me they pulling they triggers
I just want the neck I ain't hit her
Smash on your block we sum apes and gorrilas
Got 5 star shooter, he aiming to kill you
Dead on the scene, ain't no medic can heal you

First paycheck buy a Glock with a beam
Lil nigga crazy, gon shoot fore he think
When the feds blitz wash out the gas in the sink
Your bitch ain't Cuban why she tryna link
Feel like I'm xanman sipping on pink
Can't hit the bitch if she high off the drink
Teeth on ice, cold, mint
Smoke outside gas got a stench
Don't worry bout no dividends

When I get the money split it with my friends
Spin on your block, if we miss spin again
She ain't let fuck we got too many men
Niggas dick riding they hopping on trends
What a broke nigga know bout a big body Benz
Heard I got money, the bitch called me back
I'm spend a lil bread on my girl that's a fact
GMG
OTM
Say we ain't up, we been past them

It was me and E he clutching on his stick
Talking bout they got the drop, tryna get 1 up on his vic
We left em birdy, left em nick
I'm bout sum money you bout bitches
2 ton Glock came with extensions
Nigga keep me out yo mentions
Up the blicky at his fitted

Niggas don't know bout no silver spoon
Gotta give me his drop by noon
She want money, don't like my tunes
I started but who woulda knew
Thinking I'm capping come see bout this tool
Your bitch sucking dick in the back of the stu
They gon see me in school, opps tryna be cool
Do I shoot or I fight
I don't know what to do