paroles de chanson Belaire Not Slat - Retch feat. Gu Mitch

I really carry that uzi
Pull up, [?] shootin' a movie
These not no Ksubi
These the Givenchy [?] the Louis
Run up my GuWii
I got so much I could bury [?] jewelries
Deeper then music
[?] down with that bullshit
You are not ruthless
If you not gang [?], you cannot try the movement
My niggas shoot shit
Slidin', my niggas they ruthless
Kill you then then chill on some cool shit
My lil' bitch she the rudest
Only in public, 'cus that's how I told her to do it
Never did Ewings, [?]
Codeine, double dunkin', this ain't coffee (ooh)
Only find me with them Belaires, please don't call me Slat (ooh)
Bitch you better not try me in my off week (ooh)
Ever since I met this choppa it been on me (ooh, what)
Kitchen whippin' bricks, like Mr. Softy (ooh)
From the trenches, not the witness and the target
Mind yo' business, 'bout them digits, they make coffins for
Fuck the critics, they some pigeons, by the corner store
I cannot help, I'm a winner
Yo' bitch a chooser, just for the fact you a loser
Best bring a stick with a ruler
Don't gotta shoot ya head, I got shit from the future
Bustas we cannot recruit you
Prada, [?] I might buy my lil' bitch some Gucci
[?] the blue Pepsi, it's ruthless
Leavin' 'em clueless, back on a 50 like Boosie
Rest in peace, back on a [?]
Baptized in Christian, but money habits of a Jewish
[?] body, just see how I do it
Witness the GuWii, only got love for my money
I buy all my bitches some [?]
Switch 'em like kufis
Don't want relationships, just suck my dick
And she smokin' a loosie, you must be foolish
Codeine, double dunkin', this ain't coffee (ooh)
Only find me with them Belaires, please don't call me Slat (ooh)
Bitch you better not try me in my off week (ooh)
Ever since I met this choppa it been on me (ooh, what)
Kitchen whippin' bricks, like Mr. Softy (ooh)
From the trenches, not the witness and the target
Mind yo' business, 'bout them digits, they make coffins for
Fuck the critics, they some pigeons, by the corner store