paroles de chanson Not the One - Kdot 600

Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run that shit back, Jimmy
Uh, uh, uh, uh, snap, uh, uh

Put a switch on the back this Glock I'm tryna do a nigga bad
30 boys don't talk, no standards, I'll pop outside with a stint in math
This a snail? I ain't bet, we catch that boy, we on his ass
Push to start, go high speed crazy, swear to God this bitch too fast

ARP stick in my pants, I'm on AC on whittler blade
Catch a victim, get the heat in, you know we don't throw no fade
Police tryna get up close? You know we still gon' get away
Never hide, and I be outside with my slimes like every day

I ain't bet, buck down, buck down, get the heat in
That's that switchy, fully auto, not a city
These niggas know we run a city
And they know that we get busy, ARP sticks in them glizzy
We too deep, we got a 60, Wockhardt fuckin' with my kidney
We crack threes and fours, we got highs and lows
We up, big boy bankroll, ain't no place we can't go

Bitch, I'm good in any hood, micro Draco with the wood
Curry gang, ETK, let's just get that understood
Mm, I'm feelin' up my lungs, all my opps all fuckin' bums
With lil' blade, that lil' bitch stole, he put a switch on every gun
Niggas know I'm not the one, told lil' bro spin through there for fun
G-lock on me out in public, you know I can't go for none