Letra

Ain't no way Choppa make that boy flip just like a trey He go running his mouth, we turn that oppboy to jfk Said man down, Prince Zuko with the flame Catch me rolling sum paper, I mold these opp boyz just like clay 9 go pa pa pa, Glock go gra ta ta These bullets spraying everywhere make him do cha cha cha He wanna talk out his neck, Put that bullet to your head But this 9 got him scared, he go na na na I get this money real quick, and I get the bag and I dip I do this all from distribution, I don't need to hit licks We getting rich, said I'm getting green ticks All I do is spit, you working 9 to 5 s I'm getting paid from making hits I'm getting bands, no simple plan Your girl is in my stands, get the cash I need it fast, one hundred on thе dash Finna crash, I'm speeding like my first name was racer Wе playing tag, you better not get caught with this red laser Ain't no way Choppa make that boy flip just like a trey He go running his mouth, we turn that oppboy to jfk Said man down, Prince Zuko with the flame Catch me rolling sum paper, I mold these opp boyz just like clay 9 go pa pa pa, Glock go gra ta ta These bullets spraying everywhere make him do cha cha cha He wanna talk out his neck, Put that bullet to your head But this 9 got him scared, he go na na na I'm undefeated, I'm beating all of these rappers that be preaching Got this heater, it's hot like a pan ain't talking about Peter Rock adidas, I'm finna beat it no ... in my sneakers Gotta prove sum like I'm summrs I'm constantly switching them seasons Okay, I'm fiending for rap, they talking behind my back You didn't say that, hear the playback now I'm getting these racks I did this all on my own, ain't need no label that's facts You know what goes around comes around So you better stay strapped Ain't no way Choppa make that boy flip just like a trey He go running his mouth, we turn that oppboy to jfk Said man down, Prince Zuko with the flame Catch me rolling sum paper, I mold these opp boyz just like clay 9 go pa pa pa, Glock go gra ta ta These bullets spraying everywhere make him do cha cha cha He wanna talk out his neck, Put that bullet to your head But this 9 got him scared, he go na na na
Writer(s): Luke Winther, Gabriele Albader Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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