Letras
Hoje eu quero paz de criança dormindo
E abandono de flores se abrindo
Para enfrentar a noite do meu bem
I be outside, everything dead, -, one more hot to the head, bitch
Yeah, got a thing for my ARP, but I'm in love with my Draco
Yeah, I let her tote on my ARP dependin' on how my day go
Broke -, yeah, I hate those
If I know that she goin', I pay hoes
I'm in the cut gettin' drunk off of 'nae
Shot after shot only Benjis, I chase those
She only call me when she wanna -, so what?
She so blunt, I parked the double R right in the front
Shootin' with double hands up out the gun
And if she bad enough, I hit her from the front
I do what I want, nobody tell me nothin'
Someone tryna step, I put 'em in the blunt, bitch (yeah)
Yeah, on my set, any situation I adjust to
I take a trip to your door, my brothers
Start kickin' down -, it's kung fu
Damn, I don't wanna touch you
Like a surgeon, we rip through the muscle
Can't put trust in nobody around me -
We snitchin', D'Angelo Russell
All black on they block, movin' subtle
RB on 11, if I click, it throw double
Shooter too sticky like gum
And if he try to run, he get popped like a bubble
Put the beam on his skin like a stubble
And when he see the G, then he know he in trouble
.30 put him to sleep, make him snuggle
Now he in the ground like a shovel (it's Cold on the 2K)
And if he push up, I'm rollin' with killers, on brodie, he done
How is you losin' so many of your members? You feel like you won
Back door cruising forgot about the front
When we bust through that -, I'ma bet you they run
Loafin' with bread, I gotta be dumb
Like I gotta keep me a
Nigga, I'm good where I go, big G, I got say so
Everybody got switches and Dracs
Only way I'm impressed when a - got bankrolls
I ain't brand new gettin' this check
I done been in that bitch countin' up 'til the bank close