paroles de chanson 60s - TRENDY BOIIZ

Momma she works so hard
To earn every penny

On the block with a choppa, it was just me and chop
I was chillin' with killers and scammers (Oh lord)
Niggas know how I rock when I came on the block
No construction, I play with them hammers
And fuck 12, them niggas can't stand us (Something is holdin me back)
They shoot at a kid with his hands up (Ah ah)
Rest in peace to my soldiers and for all of my guys
We gon' pour up a four in this Fanta (Oh lord)
Respect a black man on a mission
From New York to L.A. we crippin'
Let 'em reflect on the album
The waiter on the edge I be sipping'
I'm tryna get all of the guys out the kitchen
For the money you know they be itchin'
Free all of my real niggas sittin' up
It's not how you fall, how you gettin' up
Fifteen on the check-ins, the Loub' when I'm steppin'
38 be the weapon, no bitchin' up
It's Big TRENDY Stunna, you see me start runnin'
You know it's the gang, it's no switchin' up
I'm totin' 'em chops 'cause you know I got glizzies
I keep some extra shooters with me
We trap out the basement, we punchin' 'em numbers
You hopin' and payin' for shippin'
You sayin' you fuckin' but ain't nothin' hit me
'Cause I keep a blicky, in case it gets sticky
And I let it Woo, but when I'm not crippin'
We spin in the Wraith, top-down in the renty
Got one in the head, we ain't leave till it's empty
Sippin' Henny but we call it Jenny
We all gettin' breesh, we mix the Buscemi with all of the Fendi
My bitch got on Fendi until we live Gucci
I need a tone before I get sixty, wishin' no pity
You wanna make bread, tell 'em open up Citi
These niggas don't walk but they talk about it
We sellin' that chalk, we don't talk about it
We flexin' up TD approve we gon' TT
We walk in the spot, then we walk up out it

Gang, Gang
Man, that shit crazy ya heard
Lotta niggas ain't who they say they is, ya feel me
Niggas wanna talk that tough shit but when they get touched
They gon' run to they momma and shit
Got they mom inboxin' the gang and shit like, you feel me
That shit ain't gangsta, that shit ain't real

Uh, call up the Batman, I'm Robin
From the Flossy, that's Crip and I gangbang
All my niggas on the same thing
Smokin' gas while I switch lanes
Caught a opp up with the hello
Black hair by the Regis and Pello, I'm always around niggas know that
I keep my jaw locked like I'm Kodak
Throw somethin' at me, I'ma throwback

Gang