積分
演出藝人
6xnjaa
聲樂
詞曲
Etienne Muller
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
QuoraX
製作人
歌詞
What, what, what
Huh, huh, nuh-uhh-ah
Brrt, brrt, brt, brt, brt
What?
Shoot my pole
Lately, on the daily, i'm numb
The way i shot my pole
The way i shot my pole
Leave his body on the flo'
7.62's make 'im dissappear
I shoot him 'lone with my dirty chrome
Some diggas on my ass though
Shake 'em off like a bad hoe
Bitch i'm from the city
Where everybody wanna attack you
You see me chillin' with demons
My partners, they be evil
Send 'em up, Heaven or Hell
We stomp 'em like the Reaper
On my ass digga, you're obnoxious
Disrepect, then we gon' hawk shit
Ridin' round with a .45
It leaves your body heartless
Yeah
We with a hunnid some sticks
Ridin' round with some AR-15's and some blicks
Nutted on her face
'cause right now, i don't need no kids
Leave diggas abandoned
If they ever did you wrong
Put 'em inna hit
My partner he a breacher
Leaves everybody on the scene, dawg
He was killin' shit since he a motherfucking fetus
His girlfriend, she a eater
Eat him up for lunch
That brodie a demon
Always on the run
That's why we on the field
With some pills
In our stomach, shit get real
All this loud in my lungs
Everyday we wanna chill
That's why we don't need no girls over here
These bitches lame
They just want our money
Want the paper, want the fame
We got AR's and some sticks
Police came we hid the bricks
Lame ass digga keeps dissin' on me
That's why we hit a fucking lick
Nowadays these diggas praise us
Way to fucking much
Hit him with a AR, turn it up a notch
Praying, don't keep you alive
Hatin', gonna end your life
Freezin', it's a war every night
Demons, they haunt me alive
The way i shot my pole
Leave his body on the flo'
7.62's make 'im dissappear
I shoot him 'lone with my dirty chrome
Some diggas on my ass though
Shake 'em off like a bad hoe
Bitch i'm from the city
Where everybody wanna attack you
You see me chillin' with demons
My partners, they be evil
Send 'em up, Heaven or Hell
We stomp 'em like the Reaper
On my ass digga, you're obnoxious
Disrepect, then we gon' hawk shit
Ridin' round with a .45
It leaves your body heartless
Yeah
Yeah
Leave your body heartless
Brrt, brt, brrt
Yeah, yeah
The way i shot my pole, dikka
Written by: Etienne Muller
