歌詞
(Chris Kay)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
You really trappin'? Yeah
You makin' shit happen? Yeah
Fuckin' bad bitches, yeah
You got all the switches? Yeah
Shoes and clothes from Italy
'Bows and kilos for Whitney
Yeah, and we spin with Draco
So we don't leave no witness, yeah
You really trappin'? Yeah
You makin' shit happen? Yeah
Fuckin' bad bitches, yeah
You got all the switches? Yeah
Shoes and clothes from Italy
'Bows and kilos for Whitney
Yeah, and we spin with Dracos
So we don't leave no witness, yeah
Bitch, I red
Pussy good, good head
We havin' money, motion, **** ain't havin' no bread
I send a blitz, **** can't play with Zed
We don't stop shootin', gotta make sure he dead
7.62s and these switches, no duckin' this shit, hit his shoulder, his arm, and his leg
You fuck with lil' Critter? I bring my monsters and thrillers
Smokin' killa, countin' skrilla (Yeah)
Am I breakin' down a bale? What a scale, got a pound sent (Yeah)
Trap jumpin', phone ringin' back to back, bitch, that's clientelle
Like frrat, left him on his back, flat surrounded by blood and shells, uh
You really trappin'? Yeah
You makin' shit happen? Yeah
Fuckin' bad bitches, yeah
You got all the switches? Yeah
Shoes and clothes from Italy
'Bows and kilos for Whitney
Yeah, and we spin with Draco
So we don't leave no witness, yeah
You really trappin'? Yeah
You makin' shit happen? Yeah
Fuckin' bad bitches, yeah
You got all the switches? Yeah
Shoes and clothes from Italy
'Bows and kilos for Whitney
Yeah, and we spin with Dracos
So we don't leave no witness, yeah
Written by: Mac Critter
