Boss Top - Hell Naw текст песни

Текст песни Hell Naw - Boss Top



Jaguar, that bitch super fast just like a Nascar
Trap spot, selling cocaine, heroin out this trap spot
Crack pot, bitch, I made a hundred off this crack pot
.40 Glock, hit him in his face, make his head pop
Dreadlocks, all my niggas tatted and got dreadlocks
Feds hot, all them opps snitching, got the feds hot
Red dots, think I'm going to jail? See this red dot
Hell naw, put that on my daughter, I'm like hell naw
Choppas, know we got them choppas and a trap spot
Two stoves, when we in here whipping we got 8-pots
Junkies, junkies back-to-back they want them damn rocks
'Ikes, 'Ikes back-to-back they want them damn Glocks
Waka, off them flats we turnt up just like Flocka
Rasta, all my niggas dreaded like a rasta
Pop ya, run up on me, run, my bro gon' pop ya
Drop ya, like a broke label we gon' drop ya
Foreign, then we scratch off in that Foreign
Boring, she don't fuck with you just 'cause you boring
Touring, I be fucking hoes when we touring
Pouring, dropped a four that night, woke up that morning
Jaguar, that bitch super fast just like a Nascar
Trap spot, selling cocaine, heroin out this trap spot
Crack pot, bitch, I made a hundred off this crack pot
.40 Glock, hit him in his face, make his head pop
Dreadlocks, all my niggas tatted and got dreadlocks
Feds hot, all them opps snitching, got the feds hot
Red dots, think I'm going to jail? See this red dot
Hell naw, put that on my daughter, I'm like hell naw
Glizzies, know we got them Glizzies like a damn cop
Actin', I don't like to act unless it's straight drop
30's, boy, we got them on us, fuck a stash spot
Trap spot, in here shaking at the crackpot
Eater, boy, you cuffing eater, she a damn thot
You need her, I don't need her unless it's for some top
Professor, way I am finessing bitches love Boss Top
Finesser, ho I am finessing and I keep my Glock
Bando, know we got them choppas in a bando
Rambo, Glock Boys coming through, just like Rambo
Damn, ho, hit him in his shit, his whole hand swoll
Pants low, and he got them wings just like Red Bull
Jaguar, that bitch super fast just like a Nascar
Trap spot, selling cocaine, heroin out this trap spot
Crack pot, bitch, I made a hundred off this crack pot
.40 Glock, hit him in his face, make his head pop
Dreadlocks, all my niggas tatted and got dreadlocks
Feds hot, all them opps snitching, got the feds hot
Red dots, think I'm going to jail? See this red dot
Hell naw, put that on my daughter, I'm like hell naw



Авторы: Unknown Writer, Chance Youngblood


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