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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Emeka Rosenfeld
Songwriter
歌詞
Ștefane, mi-ai dat leanu' pe jos
MOB
I got a Draco with a choppa
In case a **** tryna drop us
Opps know they cannot stop us
In the trap, we only trappers
**** pull up, tryna cap us
Then we pull up and we cap you
Drive-by, we attack you
Put you in a body bag
Spray two, uzi mags
MOB, I'm finna tag
Fuck popo, my ass
No, I never went to class
Fuck school, I'm finna pass
Jump a ****, do the the dash
The streets my classroom be sure bout that
No ****, I'm not new
I'm the **** that taught you
Pull up G, I got you
MOB the trap flu
Countin' stacks with my crew
**** I don't fuck with you
Smoking on gorilla out the zoo
Yeah I'm puffin hella spicy
Bitch **** never like me
Pull up with my fade and bitch **** wanna fight me
Straight drip on my Jordans like ice tea
Spray my opps, i'm on they ass with my uzi
**** can't step cuz they know I pack a two-piece
Bitches say i'm fine cuz I stay fuckin' drippin'
All I see is bands cuz you know I be pimpin'
Fucked a hoe last night and you know she was strippin'
I got a Draco with a choppa
In case a **** tryna drop us
Opps know they cannot stop us
In the trap, we only trappers
**** pull up, tryna cap us
Then we pull up and we cap you
Drive-by, we attack you
Put you in a body bag
Spray two, uzi mags
MOB, I'm finna tag
Fuck popo, my ass
No, I never went to class
Fuck school, I'm finna pass
Jump a ****, do the the dash
The streets my classroom be sure bout that
I stay moving that white
Stacking them racks
Gotta keep up get them new Jordans
Cause i'm moving that shrimp
I'm just like a pimp
Moving them keys cuz' you know I got ten
And I'm off of the xan
Off of the Henny
Fuckin' them bitches you know I got plenty
**** want beef you know I got twenty five
Rounds in my Glock go pow-pow-pow
And that **** bitch cry like wah-wah-wah
Bitch he was a opp, that's why-why-why
Bitch **** snitch and he motherfucking try me
Pull up on his bitch make her go
I got a Draco with a choppa
In case a **** tryna drop us
Opps know they cannot stop us
In the trap, we only trappers
**** pull up, tryna cap us
Then we pull up and we cap you
Drive-by, we attack you
Put you in a body bag
Spray two, uzi mags
MOB, I'm finna tag
Fuck popo, my ass
No, I never went to class
Fuck school, I'm finna pass
Jump a ****, do the the dash
The streets my classroom be sure bout that
No ****, I'm not new
I'm the **** that taught you
Pull up G, I got you
MOB the trap flu
Countin' stacks with my crew
**** I don't fuck with you
Smoking on gorilla out the zoo
Yeah I'm puffin hella spicy
Bitch **** never like me
Pull up with my fade and bitch **** wanna fight me
Straight drip on my Jordans like ice tea
Spray my opps, i'm on they ass with my uzi
**** can't step cuz they know I pack a two-piece
Bitches say i'm fine cuz I stay fuckin' drippin'
All I see is bands cuz you know I be pimpin'
Fucked a hoe last night and you know she was strippin'
Written by: Michael Emeka Rosenfeld
