paroles de chanson Driftin' (feat. HR, General Rizz & G-Libra) - MK47

Diamonds on me and they jump out the face
Brodie with me, he jump out the Wraith
Walk in my closet and jump in some Bape
HR with me he send 'em to space like
Told bro keep clickin', don't stop
Don't stop til a body drop
Brodie with me and we duckin' from cops
I told brodie just to up it and flock
Cause they gon' run
They run, they run
They don't want none
I ain't scared I'm tuckin' my
If HR pull up, you know that it's done
No Lilo, I give 'em a stitch
Don't go out like Zay cause I know you a bitch
If we pull up, about ten bullets hit
Bro uppin' the mac when we drift in the whip
My brodie gon' slide, hit him, leave him bleedin'
Uppin' the nine, squeeze it, now he screamin'
Zay up in the sky, diss him, now we even
Ain't no freeze tag but you know we gon' leave him
We might just be the hottest in the city
If I'm a munch, why you poppin' a titty?
Like Meek and Weezy, I'm chasing a milly
Nah fuck that, like Jay, I need me a billy
Got brodie with me to the side
No playground you know gon' slide
Told brodie I'm down for the ride
I'm fuckin' his bitch and I might take his bride
I'm fuckin' his bitch
I keep it on me, got to tote the stick
He tried to run, he got hit in his face, n know I don't play and I rap what I live
And these n be dumb
Backout with a shot with a drum
He tried to run, ok bet, I'ma dump
Too many shots, n know how I'm comin'
Shawty actin' saditty, she shake it like Nicki, you know that my bitch really pretty
If I see a opp, that's on bro I'ma flock, I'ma up with the stick and a blicky
I'ma flame, get to blastin'
Hop out, put him in a casket
N know what I'm jackin'
Hop out, like n what's crackin'
Oh shit, too sick, I see a opp he get beat with the grip
Oh shit, too sick, I see a opp he get beat with the
Like what, these n be thinkin' shit sweet til they run into me
Got a couple of ooters they gunnin' for me
Like word to my mother, they buggin' for me
Like lower your tone when you talkin' to me
If you dissin' the gang, you get beat out your sneaks
You mad as a bitch cause your bitch on my meat
I told her shut up and get on your knees
Remember the name, it's Rizzy the G
I got me a choppa, I'm lettin' it squeeze
No cap in my rap, this shit off the top
Big RNS shit, we sit at the top
I found me a love with this hippity hop
Then I told the lil bitch to throw me the twat
Like bitch I'm a minister, startin' some trouble
You look at me wrong, I'm ready to rumble
They talk about me, I hear all the mumbles
I step on the n, I'm watchin' him crumble
Get punched in your mouth for thinkin' you hard
I'm knockin' 'em out, just look at 'em stumble
Bitch I'm a gangster, don't fuck with the bumble
I'm playin' it smart, I got to stay humble
Watchin' my sides for the snakes in the grass
When I started this shit, they said I was trash
But look at me now, I'm better than ever
I work on my bars, get better and better
Karma's a bitch, yea she send me a letter
These n is pussy, not hurtin' a feather
BAPE on my body, my favorite sweater
Like look, J's on my feet, just look at the kicks
I got a lil baddie in love with the drip
This bitch is a thot, I ain't give her a kiss
When I'm making these tracks, a n don't miss
Just check out my shit, I don't need to diss
I been down bad, but everything Gucci
I need me the Prada, the Dior, and Louis
Like what, her pussy was juicy
Oops, I mean it was gooey
Like what, lil baba a treesh or a thot, she feindin' to do me
I'm breakin' her back and I'm slappin' her butt
Controllin' the V, I told her don't run
I boom in her face, got nut on her gums
Bitch I'm a demon just havin' some fun

Yea, bitch I'm a demon
Get to the money, I need it
Feel like an addict, I'm feindin'
Get to the bands, don't matter the season
She about it, let the team hit
I got your shawty screamin'
And you know that I mean it
All of these n is really some leeches
N you know it's the Libra
I'm on your block and I empty the heater
Black and white like zebra
MK always stay with the nina
I'm only smoking on thrax
Roll up the opp we puffin' on
Fuck with my n, you mess with my gang, then you gon' be meeting the reaper
I got my n, we down to party
Sippin' the Henny, don't need Bacardi
MK know he been on the move and half of you n ain't even started
We movin' smart, you n retarded
Sippin' drank, you can tell that I'm off it
Smokin' dank and this shit got me coughing
I'm about to put these n in a coffin
Like what, pussy ass n don't want fight us
Moving too swiftly can't be touched
These n be lame, they doing too much
Sit back and I'm rollin' my blunt
I mismatch the designer for fun
It's big facts if you say I'm the
Big facts if you say I'm the one
I be with Rizz and HR
Spinnin' round blocks like race cars
If a n say that he want smoke, then we always there like State Farm
Yea I'm always trying to show love, if I'm being honest I hate y'all
Babe Ruth the way I knock 'em out the park like a n playing baseball
Fold a n like a macbook
What they smoking on ain't that good
See they be smokin' on mids, we be rollin' up opps in a backwood
Oh you finally got a few bucks, wonder how long that took
Bitch I done told you my heart is cold, so why are you giving me that look?
Yea, don't look at me that way
I'm about to make it, I ain't even halfway
Goin' a hundred, I stay in the fast lane
She go to college, she giving me fat brain
I want the money, don't care about fashion
Always knew that I would make it in rappin'
Said I would quit, but a nigga was cappin'
Going forever let's see what gon' happen
Pretty soon, n my money be stacking
Never liked math n, but I like adding
Making this music cause it is my passion
I'm in first, ain't nobody be passin'