paroles de chanson Groovy Hittas - TimTim

Yea
You got yo stick bruh
I got mine
Let's roll out

Riding wit my wit my hittas
And you know we got our sticks wit us
You know we keep a couple thick bitches
Hit the gas throw ya head in the back young nigga fuck the speed limit
Moving so fast switching lanes
Spin the block catch a opp
Grab the yoppa let the fat lady sing
Den caught the nigga slipping wit his bitch it's a shame
That's what the nigga get thinking this shit was a game
Tired of these mfs playin wit my name
I been stacking chips ion care about no fame

Everybody pissing me off don't wanna talk to em
I can handle all my losses ima boss nigga
Thinking bout them vvs diamonds and how the frost different
Niggas talkin out they neck ima chalk niggas
Call up a couple of wolves so they can stalk on ya
Riding wit my niggas till the end they ain't gone stall on me
Bitch done got a hold of my number she keep calling a nigga
I can't fw her cause I know she gone stall on a nigga
Hoe I'm wit the gang forever I'll never switch sides
She gone hop on top of pony and take a good ride
Killas on standby u get busted up fa Dolla signs
I gotta couple niggas thats fucking round wit that topside
That's all we know
Money fast cars and hoes
Apple Jacks and Bos
Yea...

Riding wit my wit my hittas
And you know we got our sticks wit us
You know we keep a couple thick bitches
Hit the gas throw ya head in the back young nigga fuck the speed limit
Moving so fast switching lanes
Spin the block catch a opp
Grab the yoppa let the fat lady sing
Den caught the nigga slipping wit his bitch it's a shame
That's what the nigga get thinking this shit was a game
Tired of these mfs playin wit my name
I been stacking chips ion care about no fame