Letras
That's enough
(It's motherfuckin' P four blow job)
What
Wha'
Ugh (Bitches see me as a threat)
Ugh
Ugh
Ugh
Ugh
Ugh
What
Uh huh
'K can we hear them out lou-
Run around
Piss on the streets, that's my steez
What about-rocks and sticks?
What if I-threw your head on the curb and made peace?
That's my beef
Grief in key
Six down the hatchet
TT'd in the casket down like
Five shots of Tito's
Four count how the beat goes
Three amigos, Frodo, Sam, and Smeagol
Two shots in the deagle
That's an eagle
Shootin' first like I'm Greedo, huh
I'm better than my worst
But I'm not doin' my best
Got a two-four on my face
Make that record spin
I want it on
Replay, replay, replay
I'm callin' the DJ, DJ, DJ
(Uh)
Now I'm cruisin' in a hearse
'Cause I'm beating out my chest
Gotcha groovin with the bass
Make that record spin
I want it on
Replay, replay, replay
I'm callin' the DJ, DJ, DJ
(Uh)
Check the bank
Stuffin millis 'cause ya hoardin' huh
Fill the tank
That's a two-door that's a foreign huh
Keep diggin' deep
Hear the drumming like it's Moria
Can't afford it huh
(Breh)
It all falls down
Drums in the deep
It all falls down
Clips in the streets
It all falls down
I'm makin' peace
Maw's gonna blee-
I'm better than my worst
But I'm not doin' my best
Got a two-four on my face
Make that record spin
I want it on