paroles de chanson Jacked - Sbg Tiggy

RT TRAP ON THE BEAT
I'm back and forth with it I stay equipped
The black stock on it
The velcro grip
O.D.S.T. On some halo shit
Put a ring on yo head
Make the halo fit
Tomato you catch a tomato clip
Tone down the octave vibrato switch
The F.M.J. Pierce em
Big hollow tips
The gun kiss on a Nigga like model lips
We pay for the oops Kids scholarship
You fuck with us we tired of it
(Tired of it)
Get tied up and jacked up
Bitch get tied up and smacked up
You got them bands on you
You fuck around and get robbed bitch
You betta go pray to yo god bitch
The one you reside with
Aye
Fuck around get chopped up
Bitch karate chop kick
(Chop)
Started off as a young Nigga
I was on some hot shit
I ain't have new shoes for a shoe box
So I had used a sock bitch
Bitch I'm running up all these funds
Like I'm punching the clock bitch
And if
You don't like me
I hope you piss and rot bitch
And now you betta go pray to yo god
Bitch the one you ride for
Now betta go pray for yo guys
Nigga the one you a die for
You fucking around with me
My niggas they up on high and low
They was hitting you with them snipers
Or them 40's we let em blow
(Go)
Hit you from the back like a bitch Nigga
You fuck around with my click
We a take yo shit Nigga
You fuck around with my set
We take yo shit Nigga
I'm back and forth with it I stay equipped
The black stock on it
The velcro grip
O.D.S.T. On some halo shit
Put a ring on yo head
Make the halo fit
Tomato you catch a tomato clip
Tone down the octave vibrato switch
The F.M.J. Pierce em
Big hollow tips
The gun kiss on a Nigga like model lips
We pay for the oops Kids scholarship
You fuck with us we tired of it
(Tired of it)
Get tied up and jacked up
Bitch get tied up and smacked up
You got them bands on you
You fuck around and get robbed bitch
You fuck around get robbed
I call her a bitch like Todd
(Bitch)
She betta find her a ride
She betta do her job bitch
I don't need no Bonnie I'm Clyde bitch
Might catch a hommie outside
Bitch (Give me the loot)
Give me the loot
Then you might just survive bitch
Them shooters maneuver
Like doctors with sutures
But they can't fix inside you
Fuck around and kill you
Throw yo body
And go hide You
You don't know what's wrong with us
But we ain't gonna find you
Police come and find you
Fuck around be right behind you
You betta pray to the god that you look up too
Nigga it's bout to be a disaster
You betta pray to a deacon
If you can't go find yo pastor
You betta pray to the god that you look up too
Nigga it's bout to be a disaster
You betta pray to a deacon
If you can't go find yo pastor
Nigga you lying what is you after
Nigga you lying what is you after after

I'm back and forth with it I stay equipped
The black stock on it
The velcro grip
O.D.S.T. On some halo shit
Put a ring on yo head
Make the halo fit
Tomato you catch a tomato clip
Tone down the octave vibrato switch
The F.M.J. Pierce em
Big halo tips
The gun kiss on a Nigga like model lips
We pay for the oops Kids scholarship
You fuck with us we tired of it
(Tired of it)
Get tied up and jacked up
Bitch get tied up and smacked up
You got them bands on you
You fuck around and get robbed bitch