Hardo feat. Kizzl - Flex текст песни

Текст песни Flex - Hardo , Kizzl




Traptastics, bitch
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout, Yaezi?
Real nigga, one hundred, you heard me?
Traptastics, bitch
I got a lick off a 'Rona, he want a brick of Winona
Niggas keep callin' my line, but I ain't pickin' the phone up
Nigga, I was gone for some time, look how my kids done grown up
My niggas been doin' it big, look how them niggas done blown up
Nigga, I'm lit, turn the stove up, nigga, my shit never close up
I was down, niggas wasn't 'round, now I'm back, look how they shown up
To be the ones that you do wrong, everybody want to move on
Tell them niggas when you walk away, make sure you got your shoes on
Rap niggas wanna tell war, had me lookin' at a cell wall
No mail when the mail call, ignorin' all my jail calls
These bitches was talkin' behind me, them niggas was talkin' behind me
I was locked up in confinement, nigga, I ball like a lineman
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
Run up a check, run up a check, check, check, nigga
Know I'ma flex, know I'ma flex, flex, flex, nigga
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
Run up a check, run up a check, check, check, nigga
Know I'ma flex, know I'ma flex, flex, flex, nigga
Callin' on God when I need him (Usually always how we do)
Them looks in the jury, I seen 'em (Uh)
Niggas'll tell that you feed 'em (Shit real)
They'll pin it right on you for freedom (Damn)
Papa still stuck in the feds (Deazly)
I had them bands at my dad's (Facts)
Gotta keep a ratchet and meds (Nigga)
Never mind know when you clash (Rivals)
All about Rollies and diamonds (Nigga)
We gettin' life, livin' timeless (Timeless, nigga)
Bitch, I'm surrounded by violence (Violence)
Shit don't add up, you get minus (Bop)
I hear the shots, then the sirens
I hear the shots, then the sirens
I drop a block in the Paris (A block)
Trapped out the block from the Paris (On the block)
Heard that my drop is the fairest (Wait)
White girl look like Miley Cyrus (Uh)
Haters, they spread like a virus (Nigga)
Rats, they be wearin' them wires (Them rats)
Killers, they ride just like terrorists (Killers)
They messed up just like Michael Myers (Trap, trap, trap)
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
Run up a check, run up a check, check, check, nigga
Know I'ma flex, know I'ma flex, flex, flex, nigga
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
Run up a check, run up a check, check, check, nigga
Know I'ma flex, know I'ma flex, flex, flex, nigga
Ball hard like I'm Westbrook
Got the stove pot, nigga, let's cook
Got the plug on the call log
Always got work, never call off
Phone ringin' like a doorbell
Got a hundred pounds on the floor scale
In the trap on the cordless
Ten orders, need more bricks
Call the plug, he gon' send it
Beat the pot 'til I dent it
Isotol, nigga, blend it
Run it up like I'm Bennett
Got Cîroc in the lemon
Fuck your bitch 'til I'm winded
Can't breathe, I got asthma
Deep breaths with my hands up
Eighty inches, my plasma
Every bag need a logo
Phone jumpin' like pogo
Coke comin' back like yo-yo
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
Run up a check, run up a check, check, check, nigga
Know I'ma flex, know I'ma flex, flex, flex, nigga
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
I'm 'bout to run it up, run it up
Run up a check, run up a check, check, check, nigga
Know I'ma flex, know I'ma flex, flex, flex, nigga
Traptastics, bitch
Niggas know how I get down, nigga
I be in the trap so much, nigga
I still get a sprinkle, nigga, for a skeet
A lil' taste for a toot, nigga
Nigga, these bitches are still washin' my whistle from time to time
I been in the trap so long, nigga, I don't use baggies no more, nigga
No scale, nigga, 'luminum foil, nigga



Авторы: Joseph Barnett, Steven Bryce Richardson, Kizzl


Hardo feat. Kizzl - Trapway
Альбом Trapway
дата релиза
18-08-2017



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