歌词

Elvis Yozora Grrah-grrah (Grrah-grrah) Grrah-grrah (Grrah-grrah) Grrah-grrah, boom Gang-gang (Gang-gang) Free Pj, free Skurta Free the guys, free East, free West Grrah-grrah, boom I'm too oppy, so, how can I lack? Bad bitch, gotta hit from the back We them G-O-U boys, steady movin' tact Hop out the V, tryna blitz on a Makk (E-M-S) Wowdy my brother, know he got my back When we slide through, keep a .30 on the lap Hop out gang, put the beam to his back Try to run? Then we gon' flick at his hat (Grrah-grrah, boom) Smokin' Lotti, Chico gotta kick Yus, Sha, Bando, hit Had .30 when I let it rip Pass it to Goon, you know he took the risk Too oppy, she fuck for a pick Hang out the window while I let it rip C Blu, you a kid, you never caught a hit Blay, Rite, JB, spliffed Still stuntin' through Harlem, tryna catch a 6 Smokin' on Matt, man, I gotta kick Catch Brazy, beat him wit' the grip I'm tryna slide, leave 'em where he live (2woo-K) Why they talkin'? they know what I did Ran through Harlem, treated them like kids Hop out creepin', aimin' at his wig Two opps got hit, them lil' niggas kids Spin back, time to act out Opp thot tryna blitz, blow her back out Light skin baddie tatted wit' her ass out Tryna leave a nigga while he act out Oh, that's a baddie? I tell her, "Shake it" (Grrah) Come fuck wit' the Goons and get naked She think she a 10, but really, she basic (Die 4z) Baby, let's rump, you know I ain't playin' I'm the one that go blitz through the back Rippy, J.O, Rah Rah, flat Perky bussin' when I tote the strap Osama be wit' me, .30 on his lap (Grrah) Spin through, brodie gon' click on his back If you miss, you know I'm gon' click on his hat Hop out gang, we gon' blitz on a Makk Double back, you know that's gon' be a new pack Oh, you from Drew? We gon' do him like Matt (Grrah) I get jiggy on and off the ave (Die 4z) Droppin' the 5z while I spin through the Jag (Grrah) Fuck that boy that got poked by a fag Oh, you from Drew? We gon' do him like Matt I get jiggy on and off the ave Droppin' the 5z while I spin through the Jag Fuck that boy that got poked by a fag I'm the one that's gon' up wit' the left Boomer, Benz, Mezzy, Hef (Boomer) Drop an O and get hit in your chest Say you smokin' on who? So, we spin wit' the West Niggas pussy, they playin' they jects If he run, that's his ticket to death OGE, bitch, you know we the best (Grrah) I'ma dump like 10 (Grrah) Brodie, send 'em the rest (Grrah-grrah, boom) I'm too oppy, so, how can I lack? Bad bitch, gotta hit from the back We them G-O-U boys, steady movin' tact Hop out the V, tryna blitz on a Makk (E-M-S) Wowdy my brother, know he got my back When we slide through, keep a .30 on the lap Hop out gang, put the beam to his back Try to run? Then we gon' flick at his hat (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Writer(s): George Bakopoulos, Robert Royal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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