Mak11 - Stasis (feat. KP28) paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Stasis (feat. KP28) - Mak11



I'm just tryna get them chips, with the clique so watch
Want some diamonds on my wrist, bit of drip to drop
We been firing off them clips, you get hit or dodge
Hear them sirens in this bitch, fuck the pigs and cops
We gon' fry em up like bacon, they hating
They tryna waste my time and I'm impatient, just face it
Think they time is up it's taken, it's blatant
I'm slime my gang gon' ride up in a spaceship, put them guys in stasis
Put 'em in stasis that's a shame bitch leave 'em shaken
Running this race I got 'em chasing keep 'em waiting
Ducking them fakes and dodging hatred beating Satan
Want them hundreds on my plate can not mistake it need the paper
Them skunks and snakes they be sneaking
I cut the cake and then keep it
A bunch of fakes come 'round frequent
Get drunk and baked tell 'em beat it
I'm up in space and it's scenic
I'm money making not meming
Man fuck the brakes I keep speeding
I put the Drac to my demons
That blood we bleeding not the same
Can't front gon' freeze 'em with the chain
She chugging semen to the brain
The sun be gleaming on these frames
Youngin' chiefing ain't gon' change
Fuck the beef I'm in my lane
Bust the speakers let 'em bang
Couple creatures in the gang
I been reaping what I'm sowing
That's the reason that I'm glowing
They been sleeping I expose 'em
Stay in sequence and in motion
Got the team they show devotion
Brought the heat like an explosion
Shawty see me and she soaking
When I'm speaking bet they notice, aye
I'm just tryna get them chips, with the clique so watch
Want some diamonds on my wrist, bit of drip to drop
We been firing off them clips, you get hit or dodge
Hear them sirens in this bitch, fuck the pigs and cops
We gon' fry em up like bacon, they hating
They tryna waste my time and I'm impatient, just face it
Think they time is up it's taken, it's blatant
I'm slime my gang gon' ride up in a spaceship, put them guys in stasis
Hop in the whip it's a foreign
New stick on my hip it's imported
Might skip to the six where I'm sourced in
That bitch played a trick now she mourning
I hit up my new chick this morning
Yeah shorty a six plus four, and
I cooked up a hit, need a fortune
I'm in the kitchen like Gordon
Just copped new Jordan's, blue thirteens
I got a passion for the loot
I'll fly the gang out to Cancun
Fresh out the booth, we'll book the cruise
That boy a lame, he turned a sleuth
We not the same, he afraid to shoot
No time to waste, they hit the snooze
I can't be tamed, got shit to prove
They hate the fact I'm still breathing
I'm making racks while they sleeping
Straight gassed, laid back and I'm dreaming
Chase paper stacks man I need 'em
Changed tasks I'm 'bout my achievements
Snakes in the grass, grab my heater
Fuck payback, bitch I break even
Just stating facts, I deceive 'em
I'll walk the streets alone, don't tempt me I been ruthless
I'm making movements, crodie skirt off in the Buick
I'm thinking screw it, hit the range pull up and shoot shit
I spit the truth, them guys in stasis ain't gon' do shit
I'm just tryna get them chips, with the clique so watch
Want some diamonds on my wrist, bit of drip to drop
We been firing off them clips, you get hit or dodge
Hear them sirens in this bitch, fuck the pigs and cops



Writer(s): Andrew Mcdonald


Mak11 - Elevyears
Album Elevyears
date de sortie
20-01-2023




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