Текст песни M.T.B - Kidz From Da Gutta

(No way Hozay)

We were meant to be
Them killers come from poverty
Try to test us, pockets get wet up, that Wesson far can see
Big bill monopoly
OBB the policy
Try to get them racks up, them stacks up, to own more property
Call us the prophecies
Muhammad but no Ali
Repping designer with DG or maybe double Gs
I'm dripping overseas
Put my life on DVD
Got the city litty on lock and you can't have the key

Me and JB knew that we was ready for this
Milly rock the block gotta get steady with it
Niggas try to test me always ready with it
'Cause I'll put one through his brain I'll leave him steady with hits
Put a bust down on my wrist it's for the timing
Oppas spin the block they always riding
No I did not hit she always lying
Pour water on my wrist them rocks is shining
Oppas spin the block they always riding
(Timing) Put one through his hip'll have him flying
(Typing) Twitter finger niggas always dying
(Flying) Fly out to Dubai to please her liking
Oppas spin the block they always riding
(Timing) Put one through his hip'll have him flying
(Typing) Twitter finger niggas always dying
(Flying) Fly out to Dubai to please her liking

We were meant to be
Them killers come from poverty
Try to test us, pockets get wet up, that Wesson far can see
Big bill monopoly
OBB the policy
Try to get them racks up, them stacks up, to own more property
Call us the prophecies
Muhammad but no Ali
Repping designer with DG or maybe double Gs
I'm dripping overseas
Put my life on DVD
Got the city litty on lock and you can't have the key

Screaming life ain't easy
What you know about swipes with a EB
You ain't go without lights and a TV
And I can't give my heart to a tre-tre
Wasn't there from the start why you need me
In the Wraith with the stars where it's ET
Yeah they hate from a far wanna be me
Switching lanes in the car Bentley key B
I been on my grind I ain't wasting no time
Got money on my mind I can't wait to go shine
Fake labels tryna sign I ain't breaking no dime
Unstable Rajon hard to tote a whole nine
Said you gotta give me hug before you get to know me
Lame bitch you a dub you ain't never approach me
All my niggas from the mud and the can only
You ain't never been in love and my pockets odee

We were meant to be
Them killers come from poverty
Try to test us, pockets get wet up, that Wesson far can see
Big bill monopoly
OBB the policy
Try to get them racks up, them stacks up, to own more property
Call us the prophecies
Muhammad but no Ali
Repping designer with DG or maybe double Gs
I'm dripping overseas
Put my life on DVD
Got the city litty on lock and you can't have the key