Letras
You fuck with me or what, bruh?
It's Doowopgz, it's Doowopgz
Pussy boy
My money long, gonna have emotion
Speak on gang, yeah, I'ma toast him
Tote this Glock without no holster
Back you hard, bitch, I show you
Trail the wheel, twin, get up on me
Draco, put shit in a coma
Pass me the ball, I will not fumble
Gen-5 on me at all times, try to do all if you want him
You know these Glocks, they hot, bitch, we wear hoodies in the summer
Ten thousand look like a brick up in my pocket, I fuck your mama
310 young, brutal apartment, yeah, we real stompers
Look through our shoes, shit up for real, give niggas head trauma
Been through a lot of shit, it's safe to say I got my moments
Go on the aux, I'ma call this a pointer
What's in your blunt? I might roll up the crumb
I been killing shit, nigga, ask Osama
That nigga a bitch, baby, he was my runner
Lil' bruh, sunlight on the other side of the tunnel
Keep going, and if you got some, keep scoring
Ain't no neck, I don't got no money, you know I'm
Ball fight a Drac', deuce, fuck it on my thumb
Nigga Glock to if he put it in my palm
That's how I roll, rainstorm
These fuck niggas saying they caught a body, I heard y'all great song
My money long, gonna have emotion
Speak on gang, yeah, I'ma toast him
Tote this Glock without no holster
Back you hard, bitch, I show you
Trail the wheel, twin, get up on me
Draco, put shit in a coma
Pass me the ball, I will not fumble
Gen-5 on me at all times, try to do all if you want him
You know these Glocks, they hot, bitch, we wear hoodies in the summer
Ten thousand look like a brick up in my pocket, I fuck your mama
310 young, brutal apartment, yeah, we real stompers
Look through our shoes, shit up for real, give niggas head trauma