paroles de chanson What's the Word - S0K0

Damn, Donny made this

Heard he want to talk what's the word
In that fucking Trackhawk, park that bitch right on the curb
Bitch, you gon' catch the block, try to talk to me get curved
Eighty thousands on a clock, Rollies out let's go and splurge
Hella racks on a watch tell 'em watch, can't do it like us
Bitch I make hits everyday, just with a mic touch
You be touching lil' racks, that shit don't excite us
Bitch I copped the wires stepdad then copped the white buffs

Try to run up on me step back, bitch we don't step the same
Irrelevant we met like eight times still gotta guess your name
You sending threats but you a whole pussy, could never sweat a lame
I was in the SRT and bro he finna flex a range
Shout out to Alex that's my twin, yeah, for lifer
And we shooting with some pistols but got good aim like a sniper
That's yo bitch, thought you cuffed her but my bro just went and piped her
And I'm chilling with my twins, my tarantulas, my spiders
You a lover, not a fighter
Different colors, Rollie brighter
And I know that you down bad
My bro just fucked her then you wife her
Hit like a drummer, feel like Pyfer
Go to slumber, I'm a striker
In the summer burning tires
Ain't a Hummer, ain't a Chrysler

This a fucking SRT, why the fuck would I slow down
Man you just a bitch, I think that shit is yo pronoun
Bro equipped new chops like he just got a new loaded
All this shit right off the fucking top, ain't shit I wrote down
Told em tone down watch who the fuck you talking to
And people act like your brothers, in the end they end up crossing you
Put some diamonds in my teeth make sure I brush 'em and I floss em too
Kicking back at a fucking mansion, with a awesome view
Who I'm finna flex on today, shit, all of you
They ain't know that we was flexing, brought the Trackhawk in view
You a fucking joke, don't waste my time, I won't talk to you
Bitch I got Givenchy as my motherfucking walking shoes, yeah
Crazy drip finna walk into the fashion scene
No you can't get shit from me, so don't be asking me
Throw the left jab one time, and then he fast asleep
Knock him out quick like the fucking Ben Askren knee, yeah
Hell nah you ain't passing me
I kill shit way too casually
He run up that's a casualty
All this fucking cash on me
Heard yo fucking tape, I ain't like one song, it was ass to me
Only taking wins, it ain't never a L you handing me

I ain't asking please, bitch I'm taking everything, it's mine
Married to the game, think I need a wedding ring, it's time
Fuck what you said to me, everything you said it was a lie
Bitch you dead to me, I'm only going up, I'm finna fly
Ain't no checking me, bitch I feel like Nike I just do
Try to flex on me, left him in the past looking stupid
I'm the best to see, they can't rap like me bitch you can't do it
Flexing excessively, bitch I just walked out in a new fit

Heard he want to talk what's the word
In that fucking Trackhawk, park that bitch right on the curb
Bitch, you gon' catch the block, try to talk to me get curved
Eighty thousands on a clock, Rollies out let's go and splurge
Hella racks on a watch tell 'em watch, can't do it like us
Bitch I make hits everyday just with a mic touch
You be touching lil' racks, that shit don't excite us
Bitch I copped the wires stepdad then copped the white buffs