歌词
(Who do I trust?) Woah-woah
(Rock) Woah-woah
Woah-woah
Woah-woah, woah-woah
Glocks in the attic, you know that we stashin'
Don't ask for my blunt, ****, no, I'm not passin'
I stay with my fye, ****, why is you askin'?
Put that fye on his ass, ****, why is you askin'? (Why is you askin'?)
Play with this shit, put **** in caskets
My partner, he get it remixed and repackaged
My pocket big, it fold like a fat bitch
**** fake throw, he don't act shit (Haha, fake throw)
My partner, he creepin', he clap shit
They fold that boy up like a napkin
Punch in, punch out, don't need a pen
Work in, work out, **** gettin' it in (Gettin' it in)
My partner bool with FNs
Some L's, I took 'em to the chin
Somehow I just keep comin' out winnin'
That shit that you droppin', ****, know it finished (Know it finished)
We reel the opps in like we fishin'
I pull up with gang-gang, know we spinnin'
Like a bottle top, all my Apes spinnin'
She want somethin' to eat, took that lil' bih to Denny's (Lil' bih to Denny's)
Four Glocks, four sticks, ****, this shit with us
You ain't work for shit, you ain't gettin' a penny
Bitch, I stay drippin', ****, know that I'm in it
Yo' bitch at the spot, ****, know that I'm in it
That shit you talkin' 'bout don't faze me
My trap talk brazy, you gotta fade me
Perc' got me scratchin' just like rabies
Had to kick the ho out, she tryna leech on me (Get out, get out)
Dump the mag, his car on E
Young **** hop out and pop out on feet
You ain't ever tell the big boy he can't eat
One shot to his stomach, now his guts on his feet (Buh, buh)
Glocks in the attic, you know that we stashin'
Don't ask for my blunt, ****, no, I'm not passin'
I stay with my fye, ****, why is you askin'?
Put that fye on his ass, ****, why is you askin'? (Why is you askin'?)
Play with this shit, put **** in caskets
My partner, he get it remixed and repackaged
My pocket big, it fold like a fat bitch
**** fake throw, he don't act shit (Haha, fake throw)
My partner, he creepin', he clap shit
They fold that boy up like a napkin
Punch in, punch out, don't need a pen
Work in, work out, **** gettin' it in (Gettin' it in)
My partner bool with FNs
Some L's, I took 'em to the chin
Somehow I just keep comin' out winnin'
That shit that you droppin', ****, know it finished (Know it finished)
Written by: DeAndra Nolan
