Текст песни Danny Glover! - Fnta!

New G-Wag for the bitch, don't love her
Fuck the world, I don't use no rubber
Fell in love with your bitch, no other
Keep it on my hip, no Danny Glover
SRT so fast, it hovers
Brand new switch, so fast, it stutters
Brand new bitch,
But I don't even want her, I just say I love her

Rick Owen with this shit, only got like six
I feel in love, but we keep it low-key,
It's just me and my bitch uh
Bitch, uh
Keep it 40 on my hip and I don't even diss
Brodies stayed up in the field, but he don't even blitz uh
Blitz, uh

But yeah, I get it
I know sometimes you down, but it's okay, I get it
I know sometimes you have doubts, I know you gon' finish
Tryna make my mama proud, I'd like to see you winning
My heart keep beat, beat, beating
Why my phone stop, stop ringing
Gave you my heart, can't you believe it?
Popped a perc, I doubled up
This shit too easy

All this shit, AR clips and hella drums
Party girl, she addicted to having fun
Told her we gon' be there one day
Goin' 90, I'm speeding through one ways
Look like Vogue when she go down the runway
I think I met you in the worst way

Hold on a sec,
Jump in the crowd for a 10-minute set
Cold-hearted bitch, put my heart to the test
I don't wanna die, I just hope for the best
Carti on me, got a Whole Lotta Red
Carti on me, now a whole lotta dead
Fuck with the opps, that's a whole lot of feds
Foot on that bitch, that's a whole lotta said

Feel like a black belt in this bitch,
I'm kicking shit like a Russian
Feel like I'm a blackout in this bitch
N' all I said was, "Fuck It"
Walked in with my racks out in this bitch
You can look, but you can't touch it
I feel like your dad now in this bitch
I be fucking your mom, cause she love it
(Uh, yeah)

New G-Wag for the bitch, don't love her
Fuck the world, I don't use no rubber
Fell in love with your bitch, no other
Keep it on my hip, no Danny Glover
SRT so fast, it hovers
Brand new switch, so fast, it stutters
Brand new bitch,
But I don't even want her, I just say I love her

Rick Owen with this shit, only got like six
I feel in love, but we keep it low-key,
It's just me and my bitch uh
Bitch, uh
Keep it 40 on my hip and I don't even diss
Brodies stayed up in the field, but he don't even blitz uh
Blitz, uh

But yeah, I get it
I know sometimes you down, but it's okay, I get it
I know sometimes you have doubts, I know you gon' finish
Tryna make my mama proud, I'd like to see you winning
My heart keep beat, beat, beating
Why my phone stop, stop ringing
Gave you my heart, can't you believe it?
Popped a perc, I doubled up
This shit too easy