Print

Ayy, Wop, let me give you your flowers You know you gave life to the culture (Huh?) Know they tried to give you life (Wop) And you put your life on the line for this shit (Honorable C.N.O.T.E., go, go) I got you for life, my nigga Six-figure striker, two hundred titles (Yeah, huh) I hit your idol, top off the Spider Don't need a writer, know you a biter DP to Metro, guess who the driver (It's Gucci, huh?) Millions on millions, I'm clutchin' a rifle I set the trend, now she diggin' my Nikes (Well, damn) Pavé the Cuban, I'm Gucci so icy (Brr) Mob in this bitch with a hundred for-lifers (DJ Drama) Head on a thousand, I'm starting to like her Tried to charge me a thousand, I dodged like a biker Couple thousand gon' turn that lil' ho to a dyke She eat out her buddy, I beat it like Mike (Yeah) Richer than rich, I'm really the shit (Huh?) I live in the mix, bigger than this No, you can't get a kid, just eat on this dick You lil' bitty bitch, I'm fuckin' your sis (Lil' bitty bitch) Fresh as a bitch, check out the kicks G-lock and a switch make you twist into Swiss This Patek so icy, I can make her fizz Letras de cancionesThis one-of-one, bitch, I know they ain't on this (Brr) Yeah, I might leave that bitch in my will (Yeah) Yeah, two stones, a mil' in my ear (Huh, brr) Yeah, no loan, no tab, no bill (Yeah, huh) Yeah, ride the May' like an orange and peel (Skrrt) Six-figure striker, two hundred titles I hit your idol, top off the Spider (Huh) Don't need a writer, know you a biter DP to Metro, guess who the driver (It's Gucci) Millions on millions, I'm clutchin' a rifle I set the trend, now she diggin' my Nikes (Well, damn) Pavé the Cuban, I'm Gucci so icy (Brr) Mob in this bitch with a hundred for-lifers (It's Gucci) Six-figure striker, two hundred titles (Yeah, huh?) I hit your idol, top off the Spider Don't need a writer, know you a biter DP to Metro, guess who the driver (It's Gucci) Millions on millions, I'm clutchin' a rifle I set the trend, now she diggin' my Nikes (Well, damn) Pavé the Cuban, I'm Gucci so icy (Brr) Mob in this bitch with a hundred for-lifers (It's Gucci) I'm the first one put the 6 on the map I feel like it's '06, the shooters are strapped (Yeah) Watch what you say 'cause the phone could be tapped At the mansion with Iceland, she takin' a nap Just like the Arctic, these rappers be cap They like a newborn baby, they need to be slapped Ridin' with your bitch, got her head in my lap Throw 'way the gun, we got blood on the strap (No) Cold as a Frigidaire, I don't really give a care Walk out the bank with the cash like I'm Vivica (Go) The money attract me, who cares 'bout the physical? Rejected the trade 'cause she couldn't pass the physical (No) Black Gucci duffel, I'm jumpin' on jets He think that he me 'cause he fuckin' my ex I got some young niggas spinnin' on bikes Just bring me his head and tell me the price Six-figure striker, two hundred titles (Yeah, huh?) I hit your idol, top off the Spider Don't need a writer, know you a biter (Damn) DP to Metro, guess who the driver (It's Gucci) Millions on millions, I'm clutchin' a rifle I set the trend now she diggin' my Nikes (Well, damn) Pavé the Cuban, I'm Gucci so icy Mob in this bitch with a hundred for-lifers (It's Gucci) Six figure striker, two hundred titles (Yeah, huh?) I hit your idol, top off the spider Don't need a writer, know you a biter DP to Metro, guess who the driver (It's Gucci) Millions on millions, I'm clutchin' a rifle I set the trend now she diggin' my Nikes (Well, damn) Pavé the Cuban, I'm Gucci so icy Mob in this bitch with a hundred for-lifers (It's Gucci) (Gangsta Grizzilz) Greatest of all trappers From Letras Mania