paroles de chanson Freestyle - Lil Double 0

Hell wit' another one

Four guys and four choppers, four shooters (four Glockianas)
We quick to up the scope (we up the scope)
If you see me drivin' (brr), it cocked, and you know we stole yo' ho (you know this ho we stole it)
All my niggas hopped out (hopped out) with them Dracs and they gon' let it blow (they hopped out with them Dracs)
Free Lil Shiesty, free Lil Dee, you know they quick to up the scope
In the trap, go bowl for bowl (in the trap) while these nigga cuff ho for ho
Yo' tag, it gon' need it to tuck (yes it is) this Glock 23 up the score (Glock 23)

Walkin' round with carbons (walkin' round) drivin' chargin', pushin' like a sergeant (while these niggas fry)
If you diss the squad (squad), we get to sparkin', all my niggas spar (all my niggas spar)
My little nigga finna take his life, the Lakers, they gon' shoot some shit
This Glock 23 came with a drum (stop), it got a cooling kit (it got a motherfuckin' cooling kit)

Lil Cope been a rider (Lil Cope)
Up in school with the movin' shit (Cope with the move)
Big team, 4K ride with four Dracs you like a movie scene

Used to fuck with opp hos (fuck them)
Now they block hos (block hos) 'cause they fuck wit' me
If you diss the block, you gotta die (on God), this Glock is stuck with me
These bitches claim they fuck with me (they is)
But you know ain't no lovin' me (know ain't no love)
If you want a bowl
Just call my phone, I keep them drugs with me (come on, you know I got drugs)

If you wanna cop (cop), then come and shop, I got this shit for cheap
28 a bowl (28), want 32 for that exotic weed (smoke it right)
That Trackhawk, that exotic jeep (that Trackhawk)
I hit the gas, fuck up the streets (I fuck up those streets)
You can cuff that ho (cuffed that ho), and give her money, but she fuck with me

You can show the bitch the whole world
She still gon' fuck the block (she'll fuck the squad)
Ain't no lovin' hos (right), no cuffin' hos, I put my trust in Glocks (I put my trust in Glocks)
Put my trust up in this Glockiana (Glocks), it got 32 (it got 32)
If you want the smoke (swimmin'), jus' let me know, I'm quick to bury you

Let me talk my shit for a little minute (talk my shit), get it off my chest
If I see my man, I up the blick (brr) and y'all know all the rest
Took another roll, I'm on a roll, I cannot get no rest
Hop out with them poles (hop out with jits), and let them blow and y'all gon' lay to rest

Hop out with them poles (hit them raw), and my little nigga and 'nem gon' walk you down
Took another Perc' (another Perc'), I'm off this drank, this shit gon' take me down
How the fuck these niggas trappin', they ain't ever sold a pound?
And if I catch a charge (catch a charge), I ain't sayin' shit, you know I'm layin' down

Gon' lay it down
My nigga caught a body, and they never made a sound
Fuck the whole city and servin' the whole town