Letras
Ayy ayy
(What you gonna do? What you gonna do?)
(R-R-Run-run) Here come the
Menaces to sobriety, like what? (What?)
Super thuggers thumpin' on the cut (Run-run)
(Run-run) My motherfuckin' Uzi weighs a ton
Hit the drum 'til you
Hear it go "brrum-pum-pum-pum"
(Run-run) Piety just really isn't us
What a rush
See you cuttin' up a pie, that's my lunch
(Run-run)
Run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come
It's a honor to be robbed
By Denise's only son
Yeah, ever ready baby boy of Bettie
Movin' extra heavy
Whippin' Chevys, gotta get it
Eat spaghetti with the mobsters
Vegan bitches
Feed 'em dick 'cause they don't
Eat no steak and lobster
Sosa was my hero, homie
Tony's just a fuckin' hossa (Out of sight)
Out of mind, out of touch, out of time
Man, I'll smoke a bogie backwards
With a thumb up like, "It's fine"
(Run)
Save yourself, I say, selflessly divine
Leave me here to drown in glory
You're too good to cross that line (Run-run)
Tragically struck down in my prime
By the speed at which the bags are dropping
Shoulda watched the sky
You don't wanna live this life
It's really not sublime
I'm only doing what I want while
Hockin' loogies at the swine
Out of sight (Ayy)
R T-J, what you say? What you say? (Ayy)
I don't give a fuck, out-out-out-out of sight
(Ayy)
R T-J, what you say? What you say? (Ayy)
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
We the motivating, devastating, captivating
Ghost and Rae relating product
Of the fuckin' '80s
Coke dealin' babies, never regulating
Bag accumulating
It would not be overstating to
Say they are underrating
The pride of Brooklyn and the Grady, baby