PANORAMICA

TESTI

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
FK
FK
Rap
D-Money
D-Money
Rap
mixxedbyalex
mixxedbyalex
Remixer
6unknown$
6unknown$
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D-Money
D-Money
Songwriter
JB-6IX
JB-6IX
Songwriter
F K
F K
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
mixxedbyalex
mixxedbyalex
Executive Producer

Testi

Bro from the six so you know that we dump it
Glocks make noises just like a trumpet
**** dumb, they think that I'm bluffing
I'm not a cop, so why would I cuff it
**** talk too much, gotta be G, not goals
Switch on the stick, never switch on the bros
**** are fake, don't stand ten toes
Run up on me, you're under the floor
Think your bitch loyal, but she whip the members
And you know we get a drop
She text me back, we spin the block
So we clearin' out the spot
Move tag beams all on the Glock
Red dot hollow, so you know that we will find you
The Bros in all black
We don't shoot, we just drive through
Like, don't forget that a dumb bitch lined you
Posted up on my strip
Yeah, you know I'm with my bid
Guys try to run up on me
Yeah, you know we bun the skin
22 shots in this dumb guy's head
Posted up on your block, it's dead
Run this strip with me, no pain, no gain
We runnin' it up, yeah, we get into fame
Too many shots in this bitch-ass crowd
Runnin' them down and we takin' their chow
Work the trap every day of the week
You know I'm white, but you know I ain't weak
Switch on the back of the G when I meet
Pullin' it out like I'm pullin' out weed
Ops be talkin' hot, but they never on the block
Catch him at the light, now they prayin' for a stop
Hoodie on, mask tight, never show my face
Pressure on the gas, homie, there's no time to waste
Man down when we slide, no talk, just rise
In the trap with the wolves, no cap, no disguise
They flex on my wrist, I got them lookin' surprised
In the city with the shooters, they don't compromise
You really have no clue
About what the fuck I'm really boutta do
Gun that boy down, get him ready for the news
**** are dumb, if they think imma lose
(13 year old has been charged, with his murder)
Like
**** are a bitch
And **** are a snitch
I came to shoot, so why the fuck would I miss
They say if they see me, then this shit is on sight
If I came to dump, why the fuck would I fight
He wanna get packed, I say it's light
Bullets hit his left, ****, lean to the right
Two big glocks and a dusty stains
Walkin' him down when we takin' a chain
Seventeen men on the block, and we still spin in broad day
Too many hoes in my dick, I be bustin' all over their face
Three big guys in the pen, you know I rip their name
Glock in my lap, I walk down on racks
Cause you know I get to the bread
Shootin' the shit cause I'm dumb, you tried me
Hop up in the stoley, ain't no stoppin' the wave
Who's on the map? Every day we get paid
Stompin' on your head with all ten of my toes
And you're a good bitch, I'll slide on all of your bros
You stand on your disses, that's how it fuckin' go
I fucked up on his bitch, and I kept it on the low
And fuck your new strap, and fuck your new hoe
We only goin' fast cause we ain't goin' slow
We up up on the blick, and we let that shit blow
**** come with the beam and they lay him down
We was smilin' while that boy was on the ground
Some shit that be funny, Noah's mama had a frown
Told his girl if he weren't talkin' then he still would be around
Written by: D Money, F K, JB-6IX

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