paroles de chanson Loco (feat. Dripset, $aint Vincent & TAZE) - blkkkchino

Grab all the guns
Grab all the tools
This ain't a drill
This ain't for movie
You know the deal
Know how I move
I be with steel
Behind me the dudes
Just made a mill
My niggas got food
Stay keeping it real
The number one rule
If nigga got beef
I gotta get loose
I grab on my steel
You know what to do

Bad bitch she don't fuck up the shisha
Big gas got a ounce of the diesel
Ride around wit that thang like it's legal
Loco my eyes pure evil
Woah
Ayy
They talk I know
I go loco
I just did the dash I just ran off on the jakes
I just copped a O nigga I just gotta play it safe
Working 12 an hour told myself boy you need a raise
We just tryna eat nigga I ain't gon serve ya plate
I had to stretch 5 for a week,
I had some cold nights I ain't eat
Wake up & hope my mans hit a piece
Had to go tell myself it's just me
I gotta think big now like I'm meech
I don't do the long talk make it brief
And watch how they move thru in these streets
Tell em free ant till that man free
Damn damn
I say the word that boy is a stain
Look thru my eyes you could see all the pain
Seen so much shit ima take to the grave
Roll up a spliff I might smoke to the face

I did the dash not in the rave
My niggas got cash it stay in the safe
Ya bitch ain't bad, the bitch is a pig
She shaking her ass we know that it stink
Nigga if I'm pulling up I'm leaving with a bad bitch
Looking at her face i could see she a catfish
Stay with my team in the cut no flashes
Gang got shoots we don't leave no mags in
Pussy ass niggas be talking thats average
Niggas got silent cause we keep the automatics
I go sip lean cause the feens making trash shit
Watch for the feds everybody be telling

Grab all the guns
Grab all the tools
This ain't a drill
This ain't for movie
You know the deal
Know how i move
I be with steel
Behind me the dudes
Just made a mill
My niggas got food
Stay keeping it real
The number one rule
If nigga got beef
I gotta get loose
I grab on my steel
You know what to do

(Yeah yeah)
(It's that Fetti season nigga... Chino)
(Bread winner season nigga... if you ridin' you ridin'... if not you could stay the fuck out)
(Yeah yeah yeah)

Yeah
Niggas applying that pressure
We ride through the seasons boy we never let up
Devil try to take me down I keep my head up
Got some good smoke in my system ain't stressing
Ya homie a rat he jus did a confession
Pardon the slur I'm just sipping irregular
Pardon the brrr that's to call on my niggas
Go loco for money we tryna get richer
We just gon run some Fetti my nigga we tryna get money we prayed for a blessing
Pop off on one of we spinning on blocks in case you ain't niggas still the message
Niggas tryna hop on my wave and I see it that's cool I keep it pushing never stressing
Niggas be lurking them boys really nervous most of em just wanna make an impression
Niggas be chatting but freeze up in person so I ain't been hearing shit that they been saying
Feel like these demons surround me they talk in my head every chance boy I praying
Keep to myself I just roll up my spliff I'm jus hoping that shit gon ease the pain
Promise you never gon know how moving I pop out I'm humble I say a thang
Had to move different I'm into expenses
Taught my self different way back in detention
Niggas is lacking they ain't attention
That boy moving funny he ask too much questions
I peep how he moving he playing detective
He want information I'm wonderin' who sent him
My dawg to the left of me got that protection
I watch who I'm with cause I can't get ejected
And we heard about you you wasn't on shit
You niggas been pussy you fold for a bitch
Built from the block boy them niggas ain't change
Touched a few hunnits we tryna get paid
Smoke a few L's cause I'm tryna get geeked
I'm tryna make money i can't even sleep
That boy want a verse I'll go send him fee
I told these lil niggas that trappin ain't free

(WARNING)