Текст песни




Just face a blunt stay strapped and you go make it home
Came straight to handle business I cant play along
Them boys cant keep up with us I think we to far gone
Slide down got hit the with
Slide down got hit the drac and he wont be here long
Five percent on that tint ain't know it was me all along
Stay true what I represent they cant never say I was wrong
Bitch tryna get me out my fit tryna see what she be on
Up drac right straight to the face
Ain't no running hiding from the jakes
Long as my money right ill be straight
Put some fucking bands right in her
Put some bands right in her fucking face
Nigga pillow talking then he K
If he bringing back up then they strafed
Luca Doncic shooting from long range
Wood got me tapped in feeling like Aang
Niggas ain't locked in get in that game
Cant miss a shot precise with the aim
G35 or the GT3 it really don't matter still switching my lane
Look you in ya eyes and tell you I don't give a fuck
If we ain't talking bread and that's on gang
I been really locked in on some shit
Pay them no mind they never exist
And that's some shit I tell my bro
Niggas grew up hooping now and days we toating poles
Them boys go step aside if we come down that road
They cant contest for shit go keep necks on that floor
Just face a blunt stay strapped and you go make it home
Came straight to handle business I cant play along
Them boys cant keep up with us I think we to far gone
Slide down got hit the with
Slide down got hit the drac and he wont be here long
Five percent on that tint ain't know it was me all along
Stay true what I represent they cant never say I was wrong
Bitch tryna get me out my fit tryna see what she be on



Авторы: Willie Cal Hollins Jr



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