Print

Ha-ha-ha, like Alright, okay My life would be so shit Players never die It's a Smash! You did good Slick I'm with that fuck shit, pull up, we get buck quick My hoe down like faye, but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch Out here since a young jit, nitrous got my lungs lit Wake up from a blackout getting head while I'm in public Ri-ri-ridin' through the hood like what it do? Prolly off a pill or two Pulled that .44 out, they start talkin' like they Scooby Doo Mobbin' with my partners, we pop in, no knockin' Nod-nod-noddin' off that dope and for dessert just ate Neurontin Hit a stain, make a name for a lame TikTok Northside, Grey the gang, 2nd world, еastern bloc I might rock it off the flock, I might rock it off apache I might fuck up on that bitch if shе got a pack of plan B Mane show you how that Glock work, show you how to pop first White trash, young man, mop 'em up like Joe Dirt My hoe like her throat hurt, suck it for a nip tuck That bitch tried to tell me that I'm sick, so what that make her? I just bought some land off my LAN, kilo of some GLD Still the same mane, grippin' AKs, wearin' FTP Paint 'em like a NFT, got them scripts no PHD Letras de cancionesMy bitch brain insane, but she only got her GED Gang coast to coast, yeah, I know me a few robbers Dope game farm to table, ain't no fent' up in my product Huh bruh, damn son, who the fuck raised you? Cutthroats and them savages, how you think I got this name, boo? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I could show you how to get it poppin' Ruby da Cherry ain't got no option All these hoes keep fuckin' flockin' All these hoes tryna give me noggin' Snort a line of heron then tell her she way too toxic Yeah, I'm slidin' on these bitches like my feet were made for moppin' I can't stop it if i wanted to, Glock up in my foreign coupe Scrapin' up the concrete, S500 on them 22's Motorola phone when I'm dialin' up my partner Think I'm bein' followed by a fed in an unmarked Impala Skrilla squalla what I'm after, I get money hoe by any means P-p-paper chasin' everyday, I keep them rocks up in my cleats Cut me with some scissors, you gon' see how much I fuckin' bleed But I'll come back with fuckin' tanks and blow your shit to smithereens Blick on me, click on me, G*59 the fuckin set $UICIDE til' death, I'll yell it, pokin' out my fuckin' chest Live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4 Make a point before the numbers just to let you bitches know I got five killers and they all down to fuckin' ride I can call on any of 'em if you down to fuckin' die Walk it how I talk it, bitch, and I ain't got no fuckin' lisp Whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a fuckin' kiss O-o-out the mud, out the mist, Ruby take the form of shadows Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss Leave your body rottin', lock your soul up in the black abyss Blick on me, click on me, G*59 the fuckin' set $UICIDE 'til death, I yell it, pokin' out my fuckin' chest Blick on me, click on me, G*59 the fuckin' set No-No-No-Northside, Grey the gang, second world, eastern bloc Northside, Grey the gang, second world, eastern bloc $UICIDE 'til death, I yell it, pokin' out my fuckin' chest From Letras Mania