paroles de chanson SHOT CALLER - YXNG K.A

Yessir
These niggas be way too iffy
These hoes be way too friendly
Let ′em know if they ever gotta choose
They ain't gotta pick me
Cut ′em off like it ain't no biggie
I'ma die tryna get rich like I′m 50
I know some niggas couldn′t wait to envy
I'm rockin′ Givenchy, Fendi, I got plenty

You never gon' catch a nigga playin′ with me
Sometimes we see red, we Trippie
My brother be quick to flip out with the semi (brrt, brrt)
We shootin' the stick ′til it's empty
You tempt me, I'm sendin′ you right where the blimps be
I done said it multiple times but fuck it
I think I′m stuck on ten speed (yeah, yeah)
Ooh, you know I'm outta here
It ain′t 'bout shit to get niggas up outta here
My shooter ain′t catchin' no nerve
My shooter don′t say no words
He just get you up outta there
You probably wouldn't believe how I got here
I got some people I need but they not here
I know they gon' mention me, I do not care
We makin′ history
I gotta make ′em remember me
We make a nigga a memory
I be kickin' shit like I got more legs than a centipede (centipede)
I got them niggas puzzled every time that I leave, I guess I′m the missin' piece
I′m in this shit for the long run
You niggas be for the moment, them niggas can't roll with me (uh-uh)
Everythin′ I do they make it a Kodak moment, man, I can't even roll in peace (I be like "why?")

These niggas be way too iffy
These hoes be way too friendly
Let 'em know if they ever gotta choose
They ain′t gotta pick me
Cut ′em off like it ain't no biggie
I′ma die tryna get rich like I'm 50
I know some niggas couldn′t wait to envy
I'm rockin′ Givenchy, Fendi, I got plenty (ayy, ayy)

I'm the boss, I ain't takin′ no orders
My diamonds Voss water
I got bitches all across the border
She say she like my diamonds (water)
She gettin′ wet just like my diamonds (water)
I still remember I couldn't afford her
She know I′m a dog, could never be for her (arf, ayy)
Put the hood on the whole map (yeah)
You know I run through a whole lotta racks (racks)
You know I charge 'em a couple of stacks for a track
Yeah, that′s how I be makin' it back
You know if we catch a nigga in his act
Puttin′ on a show he will get clapped
I get in the booth, go back to back
These niggas can't go track for track

Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh