Kill Bill - G.T.: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Kill Bill

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Kill Bill adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Money Counter Music tarafından 25 Haziran 2021 tarihinde yayınlandıMotion

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümMotion

Çıkış Tarihi25 Haziran 2021

FirmaMoney Counter Music

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM86

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

G.T.

Performer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Kid Hazel

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

Brrt

Ayy, we on that

They got me sleep

****

Mix the bean with, mix the bean with

Mix the bean with the lean, this shit got me sleepwakin'

Is you coppin' or you not? And quit with all that cheap talkin'

Fuck a check up in like thirty seconds, ****, I'm speed ballin'

You can tell you don't get no cheese often or don't meet bosses

Rockin' Carti, ridin' in the whip on offsets

Got the head and dogged her from the back, now I'm off that

My next CD, I'll probably get a million off rap

Until then, I'm droppin' bags off at the trap

Louis that, Gucci that, brand new Prada bucket hat

I ain't never seen that in the store, what the fuck is that?

If I was you, I'd grab all my jewelry and go take it back

And smack your jeweler right in his shit for even makin' that

Ayy, ****, my chain got VS

We ridin' low today, we got the 'bows in the Prius

**** hatin' on us, but deep down, they wanna be us

****, to wash all this fuckin' money, you need the cleaners, ****

Hate bein' broke, that's a motherfuckin' wack feeling

Me, I gotta have them hundreds stacked up to the ceiling

It's dark as hell outside, but you still see the ice hitting

That shit be dancing, shit be glowing like it got lights in it

If you know B and you know Nick, it's a price difference

Bro ride around with two straps like some dyke bitches

.308 got a scope and a beam, I don't fight, ****

She told me she wanna rap, I pulled my mic out and she got to spittin'

School of hard knocks, I got perfect attendance (A's)

Soon as we get the drop, we gon' spin 'til we get him (For real)

Ridin' in the drop with no top, where the roof?

No receipts on them blocks, where they at? Where the proof?

Rick Owens shoes, and I mix it with Celine

My bitch got on double C's, I'm a codeine fiend

My eyes look Japanese, smokin' out a pound of Cream Team

Eighteen-hour drive to hit the town, made a hundred G's

Hoppin' off the train, man, I'ma take the bus back

I don't like to go around my **** 'cause they like, "Fuck rap"

Grab a Sprite, pop a seal, ****, where the cups at?

Got on a plain white tee, the denim two racks

Written by: Gabbie Taylor, Thome George

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