Letras
What?
What?
We started this shit, man
Huh?
We on our OTF shit, you heard?
We did
Did a lot of dirt myself, dirty
Thirty on me shooting like Steph Curry
Shells get to running and get wet up, huh
Fall on your ass, won't get up, no
Bitch I get busy with choppers and glizzies
I'm riding through the city this Glock got no safety
Keep that bitch with me so please do not tempt me
I squeeze 'til it's empty
You thinking you crazy
Bad bitch from another country, foreign
Slam dunk all in her pussy, scoring
Kick her out on to the next, she boring
Finna pull up on her friend, hoes going
Bands on me, money won't fold, damn
Leprechaun, "Where is me gold?" Bands
Can't catch this drip, you got no hands
I ain't got opps, I got all fans
I be sliding on niggas straight patching them
You ain't wanna die, why you lack with them?
Hopping up outta them Astro vans
Caught your ass, boy
You can't hide from him
We dangerous, Tooka man, smoke 'em like angel dust
Boy, you ain't gang, you a stan, you can't hang with us
Drizzy's on every gang member that came with us
Aim it, just spray at them niggas that ain't with us (boom)
How you gon' war with a god, a beast?
You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak (weak)
Boy, we will dust your ass off, sweeping
You don't want smoke with my squad, you tweaking (tweaking)
Tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (no)
They don't want a war with us
No, tell them niggas they don't want a war with us
Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors
Tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (no)
They don't want a war with us
No, tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (no)
Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors
Whole lotta wild ass shorties, babies
Thirty-five stuffed in a forty, KD