Print

(That kid's goin' crazy on them keys) Yep Huh, yeah Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy, pull up, Lam) Huh, bitch How the fuck I get here? Nigga, I'm from Flint Bro itchin' for a hat, he tryna snatch a nigga brim Thick shit, hittin' it from the back, I'm tryna snap her leg Real slatt 'cause right after that I'm tryna clap her friend Huh, uptown, downtown, they shot him in the leg We keep shit in the street, bro, we don't never talk to feds She want me to grab her hair, bro, I'm gon' pull it off her head Pull up on me while we out in traffic, you gettin' left Huh, nigga, if it's smoke, go 'head and get it off your chest That nigga clean, once Drac' hit him, he gon' be all a mess Her body, yeah, she pretty in the face, bro, that's a threat He think that that's his ball, but whole time I'm cool with the ref, yeah What up, Lam? Pull with the chop, I'm in the Lam' I'm in Florida lookin' for a side bitch, that's why we in the Yams I ain't even walked outside today and I already spent a band I ain't even try to spit no game, she already splittin' legs How you broke and still walk around like it ain't shit to do? No, this not the same Hellcat, this a different dude Letras de cancionesGot a Bnb, I told her that it got a swimmin' pool Chop gon' sit him down, it's gon' look like he was sippin' juice Huh, uptown, downtown, they shot him in the leg We keep shit in the street, bro, we don't never talk to feds She want me to grab her hair, bro, I'm gon' pull it off her head Pull up on me while we out in traffic, you gettin' left Huh, nigga, if it's smoke, go 'head and get it off your chest That nigga clean, once Drac' hit him, he gon' be all a mess Her body, yeah, she pretty in the face, bro, that's a threat He think that that's his ball, but whole time I'm cool with the ref, yeah Huh, that side route, we goin' that way I can tell you 'bout the scam story or the trap days He say he caught a hat, but it's cap, so his hat fake Knew her shit was fat, she made it clap, but her back stayed Like, straight ass, back didn't move I done smacked stoves and cars and bitches too Got her sayin', "Ooh," she done seen the stars in the roof When you turnt for real, nigga, you can charge for— come on When you turnt for real, nigga, you can charge for what you do Fine shit in the section, bro, I got some Barbies in the booth APs and Rolexes, man, who brought the Carti' in the room? Glocky ambidextrous, flick it left and right and it's gon' shoot Huh, uptown, downtown, they shot him in the leg We keep shit in the street, bro, we don't never talk to feds She want me to grab her hair, bro, I'm gon' pull it off her head Pull up on me while we out in traffic, you gettin' left Huh, nigga, if it's smoke, go 'head and get it off your chest That nigga clean, once Drac' hit him, he gon' be all a mess Her body, yeah, she pretty in the face, bro, that's a threat He think that that's his ball, but whole time I'm cool with the ref From Letras Mania