paroles de chanson Could've Been - No PT

They Mad at me I ain't faking
I beat a hoe down off a perc she can't take it
Stabbing this hoe with ski right beside me no way she can run from PT I'm like Jason
Know if it's tris or it wok I can taste it
They Don't won't smoke with the reaper I lace it
Ain't slowing down in this hemi come chase it
Working with pigs we gone turn him bacon

Came thirty deep it's just me and my gat
Ain't laying up I'ma do her like shaq
Ima dunk on a bitch then I'm sending her back
Smoking exotic opps put his soul in a pack
Need a bitch to suck dick while I'm counting these racks
We got four hundred shots in the back of the scat
Went OT on the east tryna catch me a hat
And we want the smoke we ain't tryna avoid it
Ima fuck on the bitch ion care if she yours
Ima give some dick I ain't buying Dior
Talk tough on the net left his face on the floor
Im might blow ya whole check when I walk in the store
Hoe I just want ya neck I ain't loving whore
Had a dream I was broke I ain't sleeping no more
Mix the Louie with Gucci don't do micheal kors
Driving something exotic stop whipping the ford
Off bean and a Roxy send me to the lord
Doctors couldn't even save him they pulling his chord
Smashing in traffic
My youngin gone take off ya head if ya lacking
We seen what he said we was smiling and laughing
Cause he really capping we ain't with that chatting
Bumpstock on the glizzy it's shooting so rapid
AR automatic it's seizing and clapping
Ain't doing no dissing like fuck all that rapping
I'm sending blitz on that bitch like it's madden
I stomp my foot on the pedal it fly
He staring mean mugging we'll take out his eye
Everybody gangster till somebody die
I'm mixing opp niggas with 3.5
And that shit no lie my lil niggas shooting like pass me the rock
Thought bout cuffing a bitch but they bouncing on a cock
Know when shit getting sticky they run to the cops
Glock got a beam on the bih with a stock
Just can't be doing anything ima star
High as the fuck tryna control the car
She twist the dick like she open a jar
Brought my on shots in this bih fuck a bar
White men in my wallet they thinking I'm racist
No I ain't passing the blunt ima face it
Me ima run this shit up I ain't pacing
My .38 special ain't dropping no cases
Back in the day I was in love with Cadence
Downing the wok yea this shit got me lazy
I act like we dating but we never dating
Ole girl in Pike Road tried to give me a baby

They Mad at me I ain't faking
I beat a hoe down off a perc she can't take it
Stabbing this hoe with ski right beside me no way she can run from PT I'm like Jason
Know if it's tris or it wok I can taste it
They Don't won't smoke with the reaper I lace it
Ain't slowing down in this hemi come chase it
Working with pigs we gone turn him bacon