paroles de chanson Bangers - JOHNNY BUCK3TS

Yes, I walk 'round the club totin' bangers and shit
I can't go 'less there's gang in this bih
You a rat, you a mouse, you can't hang wit the clique
Told yo bitch use her mouth, she can't pay for the shit
No more handouts, nah, I shouldn't gave you that shit
All these bitches be askin' for favors and shit
I ain't signin' no deals wit no labels and shit
Bitch, I stay in the field, let it rain from the hip
Yeah, I'm stuck in my mode
My left wrist on froze
Can't switch for a bitch, nah, I stick to the code
Deep in these trenches, I keep me a pole
I started wit six, now my bitch whippin' bowls
Remember back then I had started from nothin'
I flipped a few bricks, now a nigga be stuntin'
Don't send me yo song if that shit don't be bumpin'
Ain't cuffin' no bitch, I just fuck 'em and duck 'em

I fuck up the stu for the niggas hated
I told my lil bitch I'll be one of the greatest
I ride in a demon, I'll send you to Satan
All my niggas want smoke, we don't fuck wit the vapin'
I fuck on her friend, now I got that bitch mad
Lil nigga stop hatin', go get you a bag
Two times 100, that shits on the dash
Like Pitt and DK on that song, I'mma spazz
It ain't too much, I can get yo ass gone
Roll up the weed, bitch, I smoke on that strong
Ricky my pants and my shirt is V-Lone
And if I hit a play hear that chirp on my phone
You got no motion
My diamonds be floatin'
They wet like yo bitch, man, my chain from the ocean
Ain't makin no statement, you know what I'm totin'
That .40 be on me, you know that bitch pokin'
My niggas for real, we gon' put in that work
Speak on the gang, now yo ass in the dirt
I fucked on her friend, I fucked on her twin
And you know I'mma spin, now her feelings is hurt
Bitch, I'm on 10, I just popped me a perc
Throw that ass back, let me see if you twerk
Bitch, I got CDG all on my shirt
When I'm out wit the gang I be feelin' Durk

Yes, I walk 'round the club totin' bangers and shit
I can't go 'less there's gang in this bih
You a rat, you a mouse, you can't hang wit the clique
Told yo bitch use her mouth, she can't pay for the shit
No more handouts, nah, I shouldn't gave you that shit
All these bitches be askin' for favors and shit
I ain't signin' no deals wit no labels and shit
Bitch, I stay in the field, let it rain from the hip
Yeah, I'm stuck in my mode
My left wrist on froze
Can't switch for a bitch, nah, I stick to the code
Deep in these trenches, I keep me a pole
I started wit six, now my bitch whippin' bowls
Remember back then I had started from nothin'
I flipped a few bricks, now a nigga be stuntin'
Don't send me yo song if that shit don't be bumpin'
Ain't cuffin' no bitch, I just fuck 'em and duck 'em