Letras
(tthatsnasty)
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
Bah, bah, eugh
I made racks, no, I won't look back
And I call shots just like Montana
We pull stunts like Evel Knievel
You can't touch this like MC Hammer
Bros on tags, still roll with the bammers
I flag where I'm from like football banners
5'5", make your lock this scrammers
Sweet one, but she ain't got no manners
Forget, but I will not forgive
If I sight one of them, I'ma take this strip
I rap, but, no, it don't mean that I slip
I bop with a limp like an old school pimp
My marj told me I can be anything that I want in life, but don't be a wimp
Two cramped in a snub-nose like twins
Southside of the waters where it begins
Pray to Allah and repent my sins
In twenty-two years, I've done some things
If I said it, I did it, I mean it or if not seen it
Why would I get up and fib?
Rap, trap, gettin' it how I live
For the love of the bag, I'll take those risks
Before rap, I was takin' trips
Free my walalos out of the bin
I made racks, no, I won't look back
And I call shots just like Montana
We pull stunts like Evel Knievel
You can't touch this like MC Hammer
Bros on tags, still roll with the bammers
I flag where I'm from like football banners
5'5", make your lock this scrammers
Sweet one, but she ain't got no manners
You're high as a kite if you think I'ma leave my house for a eighth and a ten pound drink
The bruck back kicks like Rob Van Dam
The hair pin trigger made shoulders fling
Feds stop man on my way to a shoot
Only God knows how they ain't find anything
I used to hit shots from Wally to Croy
See a smile on my face when ma Nokia ring
If they kick this door, I'll hide everything
If my pride gets dent, I'll bind everything
I used to stand in the rain on my own
Now I'm tryna get used to the finer things
Cuban links and diamond rings
Uptown for a fling, so I brought my thing
I rap now, pull strings, violin
All I need is a bag in this life of sin
I made racks, no, I won't look back
And I call shots just like Montana
We pull stunts like Evel Knievel
You can't touch this like MC Hammer
Bros on tags, still roll with the bammers
I flag where I'm from like football banners
5'5", make your lock this scrammers
Sweet one, but she ain't got no manners
I made racks, no, I won't look back
And I call shots just like Montana
We pull stunts like Evel Knievel
You can't touch this like MC Hammer
Bros on tags, still roll with the bammers
I flag where I'm from like football banners
5'5", make your lock this scrammers
Sweet one, but she ain't got no manners