paroles de chanson Rainbow Six - Jpegmafia feat. Yung Midpack
You
think
you
know
me...
Boolin'
on
the
block
with
the
Glock
cocked
And
you
should
know
I
got
the
straight
drop
Boolin'
on
the
block
with
the
Glock
cocked
And
you
know
I
got
the
straight
drop
Boolin'
on
the
block
with
the
Glock
cocked
And
you
know
I
got
the
straight
drop
Boolin'
on
the
block
with
the
Glock
cocked
And
you
know
I
got
the
straight
drop
Pull
up
on
yo
block
with
the
pistol
Slap
you
up
nigga
little
boy
just
dismiss
you
I
don't
give
a
fuck
right
punch
its
official
I
don't
give
a
shit
little
nigga
you
need
tissue
For
your
fucking
face
Cause
it's
full
of
the
blood
Blood,
bloody
bloody
bloody
bloody
bloody
blood
Smack
you
fucking
up
Nigga,
I
take
a
stub
Grab
you
fucking
up,
nigga
Put
you
in
the
trunk
Vertically
nigga,
I
take
you
to
the
dump
Me
nigga
I—
What
you
niggas
want!?
Got
that
thang
in
the
trunk!
What
you
niggas
need!?
Pills?
Crack?
Coke?
Weed?
Pressure,
pressure
I
don't
wanna
hit
'em
with
the
K
I
don't
wanna
hit
'em
with
the
K
I'ma
have
to
go
and
be
the
bad
man
Baby,
I'ma
put
him
in
his
place
I'ma
have
to
do
it
to
you,
baby
I'ma
have
to
give
him
something
'mazing
Tell
'em
when
I'm
talking
to
my
baby
Coolin'
on
the
block
with
the
Glock
cocked
And
you
know
I
got
the
straight
drop
Coolin'
on
the
block
with
the
Glock
cocked
And
you
know
I
got
the
straight
drop
Coolin'
on
the
block
with
the
Glock
cocked
And
you
know
I
got
the
straight
drop
Coolin'
on
the
block
with
the
Glock
cocked
And
you
know
I
got
the
straight
drop
Look
It's
the
young
alt-right
menace
What
a
pistol
to
a
penant
Treat
a
writer
like
a
peasant
nigga,
huh
Surface-level
niggas
never
get
it
Fuck
a
rating
and
a
cynic
Always
talking
never
living,
nigga,
huh?
I
don't
make
no
music
for
these
niggas
Say
they
wanna
be
a
critic
But
they
cannot
take
no
critcism,
huh
Nigga,
we
the
junkies,
they
the
dealers
I
be
rapping
They
be
triggered
You
be
writing
I'm
a
killer
Nigga,
what!?
Fuck
is
this
song!?
Fuck
is
my
whip!?
Fuck
up
your
streams!?
I
got
the
rips!
Skinny
and
paid!
I'm
Taylor
Swift!
We
at
your
job
Catch
you
on
shift
Nigga,
you
gone
I
don't
like
you
Niggas
don't
want
it
Lord
forgive
me,
I'm
sorry
Hit
'em
all
in
the
body
Lord
forgive
me,
I'm
sorry
I
just
caught
another
body
Hit
'em
all
in
the
body
I
had
to
get
some
money
I
don't
wanna
be
alone
It's
so
hard
for
me
to
trust
you,
baby
I'm
around
you
baby
I
got
so
much
on
me
Forty,
I'd
drown
you,
baby
I
don't
wanna
drown
you,
baby
I
just
wanna
love
you,
baby
I
got
too
much
for
me
Oh
my
God,
I'm
sorry
Oh
my
F.U.D.,
I'm
lonely
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