paroles de chanson Gta - JayyBandxz

(Aye)
Said he gon' send a diss get 'em wrapped like a present
Not trying to type it or go write you a letter (Or go write you a letter) (Naw naw)
We smoking that loud, you get hit with the pressure (Huh word)
Lil' shordy gas him up like seven eleven (Shh)
We send him to heaven every Sunday was a blessing
Remember bowing down with the Reverend
Hope God get the message (Hope God get the message)
No, I'm not talking about texting (Word word)
Send him a couple shots
Let him float like he on an oppressor (Float like he on an oppressor)
Get the heist like the professor

Lay a bitch down on a stretcher stacking up, but no tetris
If it's a problem, come address it wait, naw think I got a confession (Wait naw) (Ahaha)
Y'all niggas be barging fuck a Walmart, hit a target
Everyday was trapped in apartments
Straight up where we started (Straight up where we started)
Hit 'em close up, leave 'em scarlet, hit his head, or we leave 'em heartless
(Boom boom) (Boom boom)
Met a freak hoe on tinder
She wanna fuck on a nigga she wanna be one of our members
She must be off liquor (Bitch) (Ayee aye)
Posted outside with gorillas
In the cut, layed up with them blickuhs (In the cut layed up with them blickuhs)
I bet you won't tempt us
I'ma hot head, gotta temper, used to running shit like I'm Simba
This before November
(Word) (Word word word word)
Sliding back to back, you remember
Niggas still can't figure the issue
They don't get the picture (They don't get the picture)

Must have a lil' shit twisted
Fuck friends bitch I'm not trying to kick it (Uh uh) (Naw)
I stay on a mission and it was robbing and finessing
My dawg he locked up in detention
He in there for stealing (He in there for stealing)
Now I'm serving all the villains making me a living off dealing
This shit here repealing (This shit here repealing)
I'ma menace feel like Dennis dropped thirty-K still I ain't finished till I hit Margiela
Till a nigga on my level my drip overseas like a puddle these niggas in trouble
Dropping fourty in a bubble like Booker, my highlights on hudl
Go check out brother (Go checkout my brother) (Waddup Meech)
Triple double wasn't nothing Meechie locking shit like a smith
I merch that on my mother
Got a pack in nigga, fumbled rodger that want smoke, get it shoveled
GG on my buckle (Bitch)
(No bap nigga, you know what the fuck going on, long live my shordy shit man)