paroles de chanson Free Gucci - Black Smurf , $uicideboy$

You say you flipping dope in the trap with your ho
But see I′m bout that murder
Catch a body with the burner talking this and that
Triple 6 in the sticks with a Soulja rag
$uicide B O Y ain't no compromise
Walking round looking like I′m from Columbine
Homicide's glorified on my side of town
Better have protection if you fucking walking round
Me and Oddy catching bodies then we rolling gaudy
Always foggy when I'm creeping black all on my body
You say you driving Maserati but I call your bluff
Always murder then I rob ′em money ain′t enough
No money ain't enough

Creeping, sparking, thinking maybe if I, if I shoot
Just take this Nine, and plead defense, but my life I will protect
A whole lotta selfish moves .45 pressed on my chest
I′ll have you running, man, I guess that's why you so upset
You think you′re hard, huh, Li'l boy, say you with the shits
Until your dawgs shoot you too and run all your chips
Then put the lights in his eyes, Bury a snitch
A couple bands′ll have the last stew, don't push me
The hustle god ain't with the chitter-chatter, boy what′s happening?
We talkin′ Li'l boa, we can make it happen
It′s nothin'

Back in all black
Bitch, Give me that backpack
Fill it with a sack and a stack
And that′s that crack in the pack
Bitch I need to back track
Real talk need a track back?
I'mma need the cash
I′mma need the weed
Need to ash
I'mma need the green
That's dope and money
Smoking honey
All mac pack in a black Cadillac
Ain′t no thing funny
Ain′t no handouts, ain't no biting
Stick your hand out, I′ll start slicing
Advising sacrificing all you lice and I start pricing
I'm tasting ice and lemonade in paradise
I′m icing Sprite and lean enticing me til I KO I might be Tyson