Print

Damn (Damn) It's like, that's why I don't be understandin' these niggas, man (I really don't) Like, I don't rock like them, nigga, they don't rock like— (Lil Twan Music) (I just—, yeah) Put a hundred round drum on a new AR (Brrt) Duckin', finna one of these niggas Pull up on 'em, then we spray up cars (Bah, bah, bah) I'm tryna hurt him, when we catch him, we gon' flip him (Grrt) Oh, they runnin'? But they can't run far, yeah That's a big one on me now and I'ma get him (Bah) Then I promise you won't see tomorrow, my young gorillas hangin' out the window Ayy, stay with gorillas, up and aim it at his temple Niggas don't play because they know better You know me, I'm 'bout paper, a go-getter But I'm standin' on ten, don't fear no nigga Thought this life shit was simple 'til I had a pistol But didn't have a dollar, start dope sellin' I'm a gangster 'bout mine, can't do no tellin' Thugged alone in that cell, ain't need no cellys Found my way out the streets, put my life on these beats That shit made me a beast, now I'm up seven Figures large and they mad 'cause they can't catch it Thank the Lord everyday 'cause He stay blessin' But they try me, I'm sinnin', ain't no testin' Letras de cancionesIt's a reason for all, but ain't no message Caught a pass, like, lil' bitch, my confession Now I'm back out here clutchin' on new weapons Can't trust a ho, I went through 'em like Hugh Hefner My son watch what I do, tell him, "Do better" I just turrt up my state to a new level Came from the mud, ain't nothin' change, I just shoot better Mr. Big, I'm the biggest, a true stepper Reach for this, bet your ass make the newsletter Was just out in Miami with forty-six Glocks Fully stocked, tryna step like a gambler, ayy Put a hundred round drum on a new AR (Brrt) Duckin', finna one of these niggas Pull up on 'em, then we spray up cars (Bah, bah, bah) I'm tryna hurt him, when we catch him, we gon' flip him (Grrt) Oh, they runnin'? But they can't run far, yeah That's a big one on me now and I'ma get him (Bah) Then I promise you won't see tomorrow, my young gorillas hangin' out the window My gorillas hangin' out of the window, like bananas, they split 'em We gettin' to hit him, a venom, kill him, chew him up and then spit him Got his blood on my denim, chopper spittin' out with a rhythm And yo' life is with it and stealin' I'm a hero for Texas, but act like a villain Cool, calm, collected, kickin' back, chillin' Fuck your phone number, bitch, I want your bank digits Hold the yoppers and choppers on my side, bitch, just like a midget Got a hundred round drum on a new AR Grrt, bullets flyin' in the air and got no names on 'em Blue tips inside of this clip, we push up and we bang on him Pull him tighter than True Religion, let 'em hang on him Yeah, the haters gon' hate, but fuck it, we ball With a whole lot of money, we bet it rain on him Push up with catchers, but fucked around and left a stain on 'em Get to crackin', I'm packin', never lackin', I bring the pain on 'em Know I beat him up, 3 the king of Texas, forever livin' I'm a double cup drinker, so just know I'm forever sippin' I'm a player-ass Mexican, I'm forever ever pimpin' Ridin' on four-fours, I'm forever ever tippin' Know I beat him up, 3 the king of Texas, forever livin' I'm a double cup drinker, so just know I'm forever sippin' I'm a player-ass Mexican, I'm forever ever pimpin' Ridin' on four-fours, I'm forever ever tippin' (Yeah) Put a hundred round drum on a new AR (Brrt) Duckin', finna one of these niggas Pull up on 'em, then we spray up cars (Bah, bah, bah) I'm tryna hurt him, when we catch him, we gon' flip him (Grrt) Oh, they runnin'? But they can't run far, yeah That's a big one on me now and I'ma get him (Bah) Then I promise you won't see tomorrow, my young gorillas hangin' out the window They never let another nigga in the game (Nah) I'm talkin' about killin' them niggas tryna come for me Go get it, I'm with it, I'm 'bout to hit him Pockets fat, got no venom Comin' to kill him and his company (Yeah) Oh, a murder man, they better run from me (Yeah) 30, 30 with me, FN sittin' up under me They better move (Move) Scared that I'm from Reddit too (Too) Can't cover up the Berretta, ooh (Yeah) A nigga really feel like I never lose Put a hundred round drum on a new AR Pull up on 'em, then we spray up cars Oh, they runnin'? But they can't run far, yeah Then I promise you won't see tomorrow From Letras Mania