Sencillo / Pista

Latex

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Letras

I'll never go broke, latex gloves before I touch the dope

Better not come close, gon' catch a contact high from this gun smoke

Pop out with them sticks and smash your ass, ain't even need the scope

I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna make these niggas hang from ropes

What ya on?

I'll beat a nigga ass like Jon Jones

Lil Jefe pop up out the cut and torch, he left his phone at home

I got fifteen shots in this Glock, bitch, I feel like Patrick Mahomes

I been on the road, runnin' up them racks, Terrell Owens

Try me like a hoe, I'm makin' everybody hit the floor

I'm tryna put a nigga in a wheelchair, he look like Joe

I caught that nigga at the show, that boy look like he seen a ghost

He playin' pussy till I hit a nigga with this Calico

Boy, you better tuck your hoe, cause I be fuckin' bitches' throats

That nigga flaggin' with them poles, he don't know we be takin' those

Hit a nigga with some flamin' hot shit like Buffalo

I got a baby .45 it kick like Tae Kwon Doe

Glock 23, kick like you standin' behind a horse

Swing my way, I'm tryna leave a stupid nigga on my porch

I see my brother get a bowl, he beat that bitch like Bryn Forbes

I crack open a pack of dope and that bitch open up my pores

These niggas too fuckin' broke, it cost money to go to war

Nigga phone jumpin' fasho, we don't be posted at the store

We got bricks and keys up in this bitch, I heard they open doors

And I'm gon' get on ass about my brother, what you gon' do for yours?

When I catch them boys, it's danger business, fuck the back and forth

Come off the hip, and keep clickin' until a nigga on the floor