paroles de chanson $kinny Flow - Troyman

On god on gang man I do it myself
Whoooa, on god on gang man I do it myself
On god on gang man I do it myself
Whoooa, on god on gang man I do it myself
Bitch

On god on gang, do it my dolo
Me and my niggas, never ride solo
Keep yo distance, you know that's a no no
Prolly hella pissed cause yo chick want a photo
You ain't never been that fly, I been that guy
Over them, it's overdue, been that time
They know that I'm uno so they skip me up
But they know my shit slap so they hit me up
The irony. We got 'em steamed up over press
The passion is never slacking. My genes the best
Granddaddy's blood, I'm not a pussy boy
Kill 'em wit kindness until they push me boy
Hella fast in the wrong direction. Who steering that?
Call me anything but weak, we ain't hearing that
Nigga
What?
We turnt up til death, taking shots, top shelf
Never needed niggas help

On god on gang man I do it myself
Whoooa, on god on gang man I do it myself
On god on gang man I do it myself
Whoooa, on god on gang man I do it myself
Bitch

Yo bro bro bro bro aye bro
Aye bro it's a prank bro
Why you mean it's a prank nigga?
Bro it's a prank bro
It's a prank bro
The fuck this for nigga?
I- is its just my prank bro
It's just a prank bro
What's this for?
It's a prank bro I swear
What's this for?
It's just a prank it's just a prank bruh
It's just for YouTube bro
Just for YouTube bro
YouTube nigga, follow me you YouTube nigga
DNI Mike nigga. 88. I be rapping and shit
Follow my Instagram too DNIMike88
Okay bro okay bro I'll shout you out bro
And y'all niggas better stop playing like that nigga
Okay
I'm from East Oakland nigga, we don't play like that nigga
O- okay bro

Yeah
He ain't getting rich, he ain't getting money. Yeah
Crash hella fast, way to be a dummy. Yeah
Not original, he need a spin off. Whoooo
Brush my shoulders, get the lint off
Fuck bout yo feelings, you know the business
Killing these niggas, don't need a witness
Counting them digits, pulling 'em waaay back
Stacks on stupid, why would you saaaay
That dat lil n don't go hard as ever
Stay in the kitchen, down to the mixing
They ask for Tay Keith like this boy ain't clever
Have faith in the mission, quit wit yo bitchin'
Nothing else to say, it's on the way hoe, be patient
Still cooking niggas, I got blood on my apron
People's champ, yeah they know I got the belt
Not an artist that you leave on the shelf

On god on gang man I do it myself
Whoooa, on god on gang man I do it myself
On god on gang man I do it myself
Whoooa, on god on gang man I do it myself
Bitch