Letra de Signs
(Let's get it, yeah)
Walking in is not the time
Two-door coupe told that bitch to hop inside
Walking in is not the time
Two-door coupe told that bitch to hop inside
Where I'm from some niggas don't make it out alive
Gotta ask yourself man is you down to die. (woah)
Or ride... for mine
I've been out here doing this drugs I did lost my mind
And I started looking for love, all these bitches growl
I know that we finna be up, I can see the signs
Big rims I gotta tiptoe (tiptoe aye)
Big racks I gotta get more (get more aye)
Cut money, it looked like this show
Bitch outta fold, she like six-four
These niggas bold
Gotta keep that clip loaded
Everything I say you know I wrote it
I'm a fucking poet
Niggas garbage put 'em on the fucking curb in the morning
We gone kill 'em I ain't got no worries, get no fucking warrant
How them young niggas came out the dirt, niggas start to wonder
Lotta bills on me I can't count 'em. Shit get hard to number
And I'm with the gunner got that blick, I kick just like a punter
Hustle all winter, do the same thing every fucking summer (aye)
Walking in is not the time
Two-door coupe told that bitch to hop inside
Where I'm from some niggas don't make it out alive
Gotta ask yourself man is you down to die. (woah)
Or ride... for mine
I've been out here doing this drugs I did lost my mind
And I started looking for love, all these bitches growl
I know that we finna be up, I can see the signs
Gotta ask yourself man is you down to die. (woah)
Or ride... for mine
I've been out here doing this drugs I did lost my mind
And I started looking for love, all these bitches growl
I know that we finna be up, I can see the signs
Big rims I gotta tiptoe (tiptoe aye)
Big racks I gotta get more (get more aye)
Cut money, it looked like this show
Bitch outta fold, she like six-four
These niggas bold
Gotta keep that clip loaded
Everything I say you know I wrote it
I'm a fucking poet
Niggas garbage put 'em on the fucking curb in the morning
We gone kill 'em I ain't got no worries, get no fucking warrant
How them young niggas came out the dirt, niggas start to wonder
Lotta bills on me I can't count 'em. Shit get hard to number
And I'm with the gunner got that blick, I kick just like a punter
Hustle all winter, do the same thing every fucking summer (aye)
Walking in is not the time
Two-door coupe told that bitch to hop inside
Where I'm from some niggas don't make it out alive
Gotta ask yourself man is you down to die. (woah)
Or ride... for mine
I've been out here doing this drugs I did lost my mind
And I started looking for love, all these bitches growl
I know that we finna be up, I can see the signs
