paroles de chanson ISTG - Trilfiger

L.M.A.O. to the bank
I had to level my rank
I really ride with the stank
I really ride in a tank

I really do
What about you
Ain't finna shoot

He ain't finna shoot shit
Swear to god he not gone do shit
Got some guap I got some new shit
Different thot I need a new bitch

I need a new bitch
I need a new stick
I need a new click
Wait for the beat
I'm about to abuse it
Thought the beat was bout to come in
Oh wait

Now it's gone come in
I swear to god I'm up to something
He said he about it he fronting
Walk down with a chop Imma cut him
I just want the guap I don't want him

Brodi got racks on his head
Whip out the glock now he dead
Shooting that boy in the leg
Me and the chop newly wed

Turning the chop to my wife
We boutta take yo life

I'm running off with you life
Swear to god that it's on sight
Swear to god I keep a pipe
Swear to god I keep it tight
Swear to god I'm out my mind
Swear to god I don't got time
Swear to god that bitch is mine
Swear to god that bitch is fine

That bitch is fine as fuck
Walk down Imma line em' up
Op blunt boutta light it up
In that room you gone write em' up

I heard you a rat
That get you clapped
That get you whacked
I whip out the strap
Hit him in the back
He ain't coming back

Put him in the dirt no he ain't coming back
I'm putting in work Imma run up the trap
His bitch is a flirt Imma hit from the back
Back, swear to god she got that WAP
Oh wait I meant to say WAP
Bend it over give me top
Shawdy sucking on the glock

Hollow tips down her throat
Swear to god this bitch a hoe
She bend it over touch her toes
This bitch a freak already know
Know, choppa make him hit the woah
Choppa make him hit the floor
Choppa where ever I go

Walk down with a glock get to spraying
I stay with a glock what you saying
I'm boutta go off super sayen

I'm boutta lose my shit
I'm boutta use my stick
I'm boutta shoot up some shit
Real quick
Fill that boy with hollow tips
Then dip
I really been in the mix
The shits, I'm with
All that, Hollat