Текст песни Ransom - Taysav

I just been chasin′ a sack, got the whole gang on my back, gang gang
Please do not diss in your raps,
Get your lil stupid ass clapped, bang bang
Got your lil bitch in my trap, hittin' that ass from the back, ayy ayy
I just be spittin′ the facts, never put nothin' on wax, nah nah
I just been runnin' that sack up, this thirty is only for back-up
To you I may just be a rapper, to the streets I am really a factor
I heard that you runnin′ that sack
Up, I might have to hold up for ransom
Bitches on me ′cause I'm handsome, give me top, make ′em vanish

All my bitches got standards
Super fleek, got 'em staring
Catch me driving a McLaren
Super fast ′cause Lu dared me
All these niggas be scary
All these bitches wanna marry me
Hundred bands what I'm carrying
Let it lay in the bed with me
Growin′ up poured up
Said the gang took me down, nigga so what?
Told my niggas stay down 'til we blow up
Now we got the whole north pole showed up
Baby blue on the Benz, doin' donuts
Say the word, he′ll leave a nigga soulless
Put some bands on your head, that′s a bonus
Have bro keep the dope if you holding
I'm smokin′ that poison, oak
Swear to God I feel chosen, whoa
Please don't take it personal
When I say I don′t fuck with y'all
I don′t wanna do no verse at all
On the track I'm so versatile
I don't even gotta rehearse at all
′Cause this shit come so natural
Actually, niggas ain′t fuckin' with me, this shit ain′t nothin' to me
Matter of fact,
You niggas suckers to me, you can′t get nothin' from me
Remember them nights when it wasn′t
Nothin' to eat, stomach rumbling, no sleep
Now I got bread,
Niggas want somethin' from me, but it ain′t nothin′ for free
Every lil thing gotta come at a fee
Booked for a show that's a quarter a piece
Pay for a verse, that′s a two and a split
Just want a course, that's a cutie of green
Shawty in here, I′m producing the lean
Free [?], be ten off the beans
Might catch a body and flee from the scene
If I get caught I don't know what I seen
If I get caught I don′t know not a thing
This forty cal got a beam
It's tucked off in my jeans
I'll up this bitch with ease
I′ll up this bitch, let it squeeze
These niggas rats with no cheese
I got your bitch on her knees
She suck me ′til she can't breathe
So don′t try to check for me,
I cannot give you the recipe, that'd be the death of me
Bitches be testin′ me,
Glock-23 make 'em rest in peace, that is for thinkin′ you preppin' me
Dear father God I just wanna say thank you
For blessin' me, million times mama stressin′ me
Like son you special,
Just wanna say thank you for
Telling me, ′cause it made me a better me
Bitch I'm spittin′ methamphetimine
Savage dog, got the pedigree
I got plug that can bring you green
I got plug in the Evergreens
Baby you ain't never met a king
I can show you how to be a queen
I can show you how to be a star
Have your face on a magazine, right right

I just been chasin′ a sack, got the whole gang on my back, gang gang
Please do not diss in your raps,
Get your lil stupid ass clapped, bang bang
Got your lil bitch in my trap, hittin' that ass from the back, ayy ayy
I just be spittin′ the facts, never put nothin' on wax, nah nah
I just been runnin' that sack up, this thirty is only for back-up
To you I may just be a rapper, to the streets I am really a factor
I heard that you runnin′ that sack
Up, I might have to hold up for ransom
Bitches on me ′cause I'm handsome, give me top, make ′em vanish