Letra

(This is a Melo beat) Hmm-mm-mm-mm, oh I get it, then- (you niggas already know the vibe) I get it, then flip it, then double it I get it, then flip it, then double it I get it, then flip it, then double it (hmm-mm-mm-mm) I get it, then flip it, then double it I get it, then flip it, then double it I get it It's big Papi Locsta Big racks only, when niggas step on the scene Ain't nobody told ya? Off the bracelet so I'm back to wildin' in these streets Mr. Spin-in-Rovers Balmains and Gucci sweaters, hopin' out the V's Mr. Run-You-Over On ASAP, I up it ASAP and took yo' bih I'm a trappin' fanatic (trappin' fanatic) I walk in the spot like I want it all Amiri jeans for the denim, hundred clip, he get him Don't call it, who wanna ball? Double G for the swag, you can check the tag Flossy nigga droppin' G's Big Benty for the V's, double G the T Benjis bussin' out the jeans I get it, then flip it, then double it Big slips, we gon' walk 'em in I pull up, a milli', got Ninas attached 535, I got treesh in the back Say that's your mans, he is a rat Can't fuck with these niggas, niggas is whack Come to your block, give him a smack Pull up TD, leave where he's at Shorty 40 (40) Yeah, I've been wildin' since 14 Shootin' like Korver Finesse like Corey, spin it, I'm on 'em, spinnin', we shootin' down Hawthorne He be on my tail, like peanut butter Windows is tinted, can't see nothin' (can't see shit) I'm strapped with a laser if he want it (uhh-huh) Put a bullet in your head and your femur (gang, gang, gang) Drillin' shit now (drill) Grippin' them shells, hope these niggas don't tell (sshh) 'Cause I am not seein' no cell (no cell) 'Cause Pop Smoke got my bail (he do) I get it, then flip it, then double it 9 to the Floss when we comin' in (9 to the Floss) We where them hunnids at No, we ain't run with it 9 to his Bloods, now he tumblin' (baow, baow) Put that lil' bitch on the shelf (on the shelf) LV on my belt (we done) Drippin' designer myself (I do) I am not needin' no help (I don't) Saucin' (saucin') I'm on the molly, I'm nauseous (molly) Don't play with the gang, precaution (gang) Where's my mind? I lost it (I lost it) Woo, saucin' (saucin') Spin on these niggas regardless (gang) Hop out and aim for the target (baow) I used to play up in Target (in Sweden) Woo (woo woo) I used to trap out the garbage (the garbage) I used to trap in the darkness (the darkness) It's a Wraith, not a Charger (skrrt) It's a Wraith, not a Charger (gang) I get it, then flip it, then double it (double it) Big slips, we gon' walk 'em in (big slips) I pull up, a milli', got Ninas attached (skrrt) 535, I got treesh in the back Say that's your mans, he is a rat Can't fuck with these niggas, niggas is whack Come to your block, give him a smack Pull up TD, leave where he's at Shorty
Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Andre Loblack, Bashar Barakah Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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