Print

Yeah, I'm off a bar, they want me out of here (Boom) My heater gon' air out the opposite (Boom) On the block with my ice, still rockin' it (Yes) While she silenced, the girl put a sock in it (Woah) I got hitters and killers, they arsonists I got drugs, I'm a street pharmacist He a rat, the Glock must be arsenic Whip the pot, I put my whole arm in it, damn I keep the fuego, they know the style (Yeah) Corrupt, so they want me to break down (Boom) If the mafia house a stakeout Why don't you take out his family and head count Why would I fuck with these niggas who don't keep it G? Why I need friеnds? All my partners deceasеd Been a hot boy, this the demon in me Back to the block, I got used to the streets Pull up, pull out, cut loose, run through One clip, unclip, new clip, action, part two Fuck you, who you? You new, you too new to me I don't do you, do you, D-E-U-C-E Doom, doom, do shrooms, smoke ooh-la-la, oui, oui, oui High AF, got a PHD in THC Don't stunt, don't stunt 'less you got one, not one I pop one, not one Look up and thank God 'cause I'm one Letras de cancionesAmen, and I've been a man since I can pray, man And say amen, okay, can I get an amen? I shake land, never shake hands No fingerprints, that's stinky stench Got me thinkin', bitch What it mean when my trigger finger itch? Put a ring on it (Woah) Chopper ring, like feed 'em, yeah Put you in the sky, you will never land Like Peter Pan, you gon' see the man You gon' need 'em, yeah, huh I got demons, yeah, blonde, blonde dreads Black thoughts under this beanie, man No Beenie Man I'm a thinkin' man And I've been thinkin', man, what you thinkin', man? I'm thinkin' drive by, huh (Drive by) Walk down, curb side, head shot (Yeah) I'm thinkin' big racks (Big racks) Saw it off, chest shot, Mad Max I'm gon' big dope, I don't need to stress (Woah) Run it up, I'm 'bout to make it stretch (Woah) In the trap, I should've never left (Woah) Watch yourself before we make you next I'm thinkin' drive by I'm thinkin' drive by, yeah I'm thinkin' fireflies, yeah I'm thinkin' dragons, young nigga head on fire Hot head, yeah, gassin', matches, ashes I'm thinkin' out of the box Passenger side, I'm hangin' out with a chop I'ma pull up, like what up? Baow, baow, baow, what up now, nigga? Baow, baow, huh I wish a pussy motherfucker would I let this cookie cutter cut 'em good I make his cookie crumble 'till I'm full I chop a nigga family tree to wood, ow I'm thinkin' Sammy the Bull now I'm thinkin' family reunions, I'm thinkin' picnics, I'm thinkin' cookouts Thinkin' full clips for a full house Piped up on a full tank Air the whole neighborhood out My dawgs turn into a wolf gang Better take off or get took out AR with a clip on Hit a nigga dead in the chest, like Saquon with the stiff arm Damn, I'm thinkin' drive bys (Yeah, yeah), yeah Walk ups, run downs, kick doors and lay down, yeah Big guns, no noise, small guns, but they loud, yeah AK's, MK's, SK's, okay Pin drop, locate your place, drive by I'm thinkin' drive by, huh (Drive by) Walk down, curb side, head shot (Yeah, yeah) I'm thinkin' big racks (Yeah, yeah) Saw it off, chest shot, Mad Max (Yeah, yeah) I'm gon' big dope, I don't need to stress (Yeah, yeah) Run it up, I'm 'bout to make it stretch (Yeah, yeah) In the trap, I should've never left (Yeah, yeah) Watch yourself before we make you next (Yeah) I'm thinkin' drive by Walk down, curb side, head shot Pull ups, pull up, pull out Saw it off, chest shot, Mad Max I'm thinkin' drive by Walk down, curb side, head shot Pull ups, pull up, pull out Saw it off, chest shot, Mad Max I'm thinkin' drive by Ayy yo', this record right here is called "FL4M3$" by Lil Tune, Lil Wayne's son The future, young king Bless up, let's get it Young Money From Letras Mania