Текст песни 35 - iiamquieseyy

Put 280 on the dash when I drive watch me whip
To deep off inna field I can't crash in a ship
Smoke a ounce of weed call that pilot I need help
Make a fuck niggah flip
With this 30 on me
I might put like 30 on a niggah
Fuck a phony, my nigghas they walk through
And hoe all you niggahs
I can't switch the code
My niggahs know
I'm down to blow
I'll ride fasho
These niggahs hoes
Might pour up four
My money grow
My money long
Riding in that big black suburban
Riding and we lurking
Tryna catch a opp and leave a niggah dirty
Cause we riding with that 30 three deep
And we got like four heats
Can't play me pussy niggah you don't know me
Yeah that choppa it be hungry
Might eat a niggah up
Might eat a niggah guts
You talking shit we stuff ya up
White chalk a bitch and leave her stuck
That niggah out his body
These nigghas out here wiling
Might fuck yo bitch and leave her smiling

Nd leave ha smiling
She want ehh bag tried 2 take my cash
Lul bitch you fucking tried it
Tryna talk that sad Ian playin no dad
Lul bihh let's talk in private
Private jet don't need no pilot
Private flex we gone flex in silence
Private checks we don't tell nobody
Take it in and keep riding
Spin again and keep diving
Swerve down yo block in this big wide body Shots out this truck betta duck ain't no Hiding
Bussin da corner in this truck get the sliding...
We gone upp with no problem
Niggah talk down knock his lights and we solve em
Catch a niggah wanna fight, knock his sight
Den we off em
35 on my side when I ride betta watch em
Or I get em lit up fa the coffin

Gotta watch fa these gotta stay with my K
Keep a 6 on my side let it spray
If a niggah act tough make em bow till he em to he pray
Show em ruff make em ow till he pay
If a niggah act out show em now where he lay
Fill his body with hallows we numbing his waist
Make em call out tomorrow cause he can't feel his face
Three-five with with a lazer my bruddas toat drac's

I walk around big chest like I'm cocky
I toat a big ass glocky
Told em don't move he try we pop em
Yo bitch said she calling me papi
Whipping da Benz counting bands in my hands
Been serving the pack fa da low fa da ten
Dumping at ya man's
Smoke a blunt with no hands
While I'm whipping da van with the glock in my hand

Slide in ehh mini
Got me gone off ehh Whitney I get dizzy frl
Take a lul sip of that henne
Got me sipping da bottle it ain't shii I can feel Let's make a lul deal ova 10k yeah I'm Working a mil
I'm otw rip his shirt get em killed
Put in da OT treat this job like a drill
Til a niggah go out keep it real

I got weed in my system
Lean in my system
Can't trust in a niggah put a beam on my pistol
We gone slide in a box like the sliders from Krystal's
Leave em burnt while we turnt
Turn em straight to a gristle

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Ride around in big Escalade
Windows tented man just move out da fucking way
We riding bulletproof let down the roof and let it spray
My Niggahs act a fool Dey keep a tool and like to play
We get da last word chirp like a bird den make em lay...
Fuck 12 I'm screaming fuck the jakes
Yeah