Текст песни Tommy & Ghost - Lil Bibby , *67

Mhm
Anywhere man spot them man, man drill it and go
Two man, two waps in black on wass, me and bro like Tommy and Ghost
Big racks, big waps, we ain't gotta talk too much, they know
And she just wanna walk with a thug
For expensive meals and shisha smoke
(Aye, mhm) anywhere man spot them man, man drill it and go
Two man, two waps in black on wass, me and bro like Tommy and Ghost
Big racks, big waps, we ain't gotta talk too much, they know
And she just wanna walk with a thug
For expensive meals and shisha smoke
They're like, "Dima, when you gonna cut down smoking?"
Never, cah I smoke too much
They're like, "when will the Sixty's cut down drilling?" (Drilling)
Cah we drill too much
Poles, dingers, we bought too much
Feds done a sweep, someone talks too much
Hoes on my case tryna do too much
And niggas get shot cah they talk too much
Me, Money and Liquez stepped out drippy, stop it, they shine too much
Bro was in the jail when he lost his tizzy
Cah he fights too much
I be smoking Cali, thinking about this money I'm getting
It's never enough
Feds on my case and they're stressing all on my dreads
I'm having enough
Don't get me started on these
Streets, better think twice when it's Liquez
Don't care how much they rob of you,
You know I'm still gonna back my beef
Really rise that shit, take you off your feet
Them man just giving us 'nuff verbal, we give action, we don't speak
I spent 50 hundred on my teeth, I don't wanna hear, your talk is cheap
And the weed I'm smoking's strong,
You wanna smoke this 'cause your weed is weak
Bored of the same piece, next I'ma cop me a buss down Patek Philippe
Drip too hard, you'll remember me,
Now these fuck boys wanna put an end to me
You can try your luck with this skeng on me (look, ay)
These niggas be talking like game but really they lame forreal
My youngens'll blow out his brains, they just want a name forreal
Popping on Percs, I got pain to kill
Smoking on dope, keep me sane forreal
None of jewelry is stainless steel
Cop me a bullet proof Range forreal
Yeah, I'm going through some shit
I might just load up the Glock and go ludicrous
Niggas be talking 'bout murdering but they know we the ones doing it
I just might fuck on your bitch,
I just hit her one time and I'm through with it
He wanna fight but I'm shootin' it
Use your head before I put two in it
Skrrt, bang, bang, bang
That's a couple shots on your blizzack
Why the opps dem so chatty? It was us man that brought the mizz out
Know the consequences for coming 'round,
You need to park boy, you better sit down
Before the A team fucking skid 'round
Couple man wanna flex with gang,
You weren't with us shooting in the gym now
Stuff on the tips and the spin now,
Just in case the gang gotta spin now
Young juggin' niggas, we drip now,
Jordans on my feet, look how we jibs now
Should've went Cali if you wanted
Smoke, been wapped up since we been out
I got girls on my iPhone calling to bone (ringing)
Same time I got cats on my brick
Phone calling for stones (ringing, ringing)
Pussy don't pay so I told her no ('low it)
I'm miles away with a pack, yeah, I'm trappin' far from home (gone)
Two L's with the gang, or I might catch a opp on my own (fishing)
Savage life that I live, the life that I live is too real
How many times did guys try dash?
But they don't make that run
And their blood gets spilled (bang, mhm)
Anywhere man spot them man, man drill it and go
Two man, two waps in black on wass, me and bro like Tommy and Ghost
Big racks, big waps, we ain't gotta talk too much, they know
And she just wanna walk with a thug
For expensive meals and shisha smoke
(Aye, mhm) anywhere man spot them man, man drill it and go
Two man, two waps in black on wass, me and bro like Tommy and Ghost
Big racks, big waps, we ain't gotta talk too much, they know
And she just wanna walk with a thug
For expensive meals and shisha smoke, aye