Текст песни FNF - ssgkobe

(David, wake up)
Yeah, yeah
(Oh my God, Jaasu, can I try on your glasses?)
Yeah, mmm

Open the door, baby, let me in (Uh-huh),
You the reason why I got anxiety (Uh-huh)
I seen the opps when I′m stepping in, huh
Why these fuck niggas trying me?
Yeah, pull up in that Ghost like it's Insidious
You say that you got a badder bitch, that bitch is hideous
That .223 not a joking matter, it get serious
Paul Walk-ing through the traffic, this ain′t Fast & Furious

You don't like me? Let me know
Feel like Sosa with the glizzy, talking down, you Faneto
Bitch, these tricks is not for kids, huh, dumb, silly ho
When I walk up in the party, yeah your bitch,
She know my name, she said,
"It's Kobe, nice to meet you," uh
Baby, I can′t treat you ′cause I know that you a treesha (Uh-huh)
I know you do niggas dirty (Uh-huh),
Huh, baby, I'm way cleaner (Uh-huh)
I done seen so many people die,
I′ve seen 'em right in front of my eyes
I′ve seen my fucking mama cry (Yeah, yeah),
Nigga, why the fuck would I lie?

Open the door, baby, let me in (Open, open),
You the reason why I got anxiety (Anxiety)
I seen the opps when I'm stepping in, huh,
Why these fuck niggas trying me?
Yeah, pull up in that Ghost like it′s Insidious
You say that you got a badder bitch,
That bitch is hideous (Woah, woah)
That .223 not a joking matter, it get serious
Paul Walk-ing through the traffic, this ain't Fast & Furious

Uh, sadness, depression, anger, aggression (Buh, buh)
I walked in with my weapon (Brrt),
And you know I got TECs in (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Your bitch hit my phone, I know she wanna fuck, she texting (Yeah)
I was in the streets all with my gang (Yeah), I was finessing (Yeah)
You don't know me, uh, I don′t know you, uh (Know you)
I got Jimmy Choos, uh, what you wanna do? Uh (Do)
Pull up in a coupe, uh, and I′m with your boo, uh (Uh-huh)
I'ma tell the truth (Uh-huh),
Boy, I′m finna drop the roof (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Open the door, baby, let me in, you the reason why I got anxiety
I seen the opps when I'm stepping in, huh,
Why these fuck niggas trying me?
Yeah, pull up in that Ghost like it′s Insidious
You say that you got a badder bitch, that bitch is hideous
That .223 not a joking matter, it get serious
Paul Walk-ing through the traffic, this ain't Fast & Furious