Текст песни Before the End - Sychovibes

It's the shake the block boys
Bobby trends
Trap Queen Remix
Fetty Wap, Montana, Fabolous
Remix, Remix, Remix

I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low

And I ain't gotta worry bout her going through my phone (Haan)
And I ain't got a Backpage fucking with them hoes (Haan)
I ain't gotta worry bout her popping up a show (Haan)
Give a 36, put that bitch out on the road
I'm in love with my baby (Haan)
No Safaree, I'm Minaj with my baby (Yaah, Haan)
Doing large with my baby (Haan)
Mammy do it Grande, Big Sean with my baby (Yaah, Haan)
Going hard for my baby (Haan)
When shit get hard, whip hard with my baby (Yaah)
I'm in love with my baby (Haan)
I'm a star in the rave, with the stars with my baby
Talking Snoop Dogg, Juice and Gin
Don Juan pimping king
This is our year
Talking Nas here (we represent)
Trap Queen, Dominican, tell her bring the bottles in
I got ten, he got six, we gon fuck from 6 to 10 (Haan)
She fell in love with a dope dealer (Haan)
Getting head in a Royce, Ghostface Killah (Haan)
She fell in love with a dope dealer (Haan)
Getting head in a Royce, Ghostface Killah(Haan)

And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh

She walked in, it's like a hello
She know they be watching if she shake it like jello
She know I'm the plug, she could get fucked on the low
Told her bring the lala, get a 7 like Melo (Swish)
She about her paper but tonight we on rillos
And I get high with my baby
Catch a late flight, red eye with my baby (yeah, yeah)
Get the munchies with my baby
Breakfast in bed then lunch is on my baby
She tell me to beat it up, throw some punches at my baby (Yah)
She gon' feel it in her guts, stomach crunches with my baby (Yah)
Then she gon' put that work in, then she move that work out
My last chick got fat, sorry she ain't workout (I told her)
You know the game so don't worry bout the cheat codes (I told her)
Why throw it all away when you got beast mode (I told her)
Girl you rocking with the coldest on the east coast (I told her)
Take a pic hands crossed, Young OG pose

And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh

I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything
It's big Zoo Wap from the bando, without dinero can't go
Remy boys got the stamp, though
Count up hella, them bands though
How far can your bands go?
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like

And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh

I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
Got 50, 60 grand, 500 grams though
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho
Cause Remy Boyz or nothin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'