歌词
Yoyo the producer
What the fuck it do, you mean, huh?
Mm, mm, mm
What you askin', ****?
Can I really be pinnin' shit down?
Catch it or throw it, ****
**** know what's up with EC, ****
Mm, mm
When you blowing that 762 or that three hundred block
I promise you
He fell to the floor, now his ass can't get up
I jump out the tube, get the fuck out my window
Don't give me four, I promise your ass won't give up
Say free all 'em, man, but they ain't missin' shit
Free to all he doing, it's big with his chin up
Get me out of the car, I'm out to see how this switch runs
I get money and I get in that whip
Come test this shit and your ass ain't clear
You rhymin' with me, you got moves real swift
Lil' kid I be leavin' shit stiff
I ain't been too picky, just give me what I want
With my bruv let's hop in that V we gon' drink 'em together
14 years old with a Glock in my suit
I would hit that bitch on my arm if I knew her lil' better
Jew ass keep dissing, man, take a trip down V
We gon' get 'em together
And my youngins gon' do what I tell 'em, he been showing shit
I been goin' drunk since eleven
We grabbing his ass, fool, he watching the chain
If he bump, he get sent up to heaven
And I really be diggin' shit, I'm hardest part in the west
I was raised by the gun
I was young, shit's chasing **** down from front
My old head tell me, "Before you buy you a bed"
"Just make sure you go to sleep with a gun"
Buy myself of that drink, I don't need no cash, on cat
I leave shit stuck for none
That Drake be ripping shit up, leave his whole body numb
That Drake be tearing shit down
Make one false move and your ass get stuck to the ground
When you blowing that 762 or that three hundred block
I promise you
He fell to the floor, now his ass can't get up
I jump out the tube, get the fuck out my window
Don't give me four, I promise your ass won't give up
Say free all 'em, man, but they ain't missin' shit
Free to all he doing, it's big with his chin up
Get me out of the car, I'm out to see how this switch runs
I get money and I get in that whip
Come test this shit and your ass ain't clear
You rhymin' with me, you got moves real swift
Lil' kid I be leavin' shit stiff
I ain't been too picky, just give me what I want
With my bruv let's hop in that V we gon' drink 'em together
14 years old with a Glock in my suit
I would hit that bitch on my arm if I knew her lil' better
Written by: AC640
