PAROLES
Lyrics from Snippets
[Intro]
Ain’t with the funny shit, load up a hunnid clip
You already know who I’m comin’ with (Who you wit’)
If it’s lit, then it’s lit, y’all know how we get it
We drop shit for the fuck of it (How you get?)
If he make a mistake and move wrong
With no hesitation, Monte uppin’ it (Huh?)
If it’s ten K on this nigga’s head
Fuck that, we gon’ double it (Huh?)
I went the wrong way (What?), I had to reroute (Skrrt)
These is bloody shoes (Huh?), I just bleed out
Grrt, baow
Ain’t no…
[Verse]
Ain’t with the funny shit, load up a hunnid clip
You already know who I’m comin’ with (Who you wit’)
If it’s lit, then it’s lit, y’all know how we get it
We drop shit for the fuck of it (How you get?)
If he make a mistake and move wrong
With no hesitation, Monte uppin’ it (Huh?)
If it’s ten K on this nigga’s head
Fuck that, we gon’ double it (Huh?)
I went the wrong way (What?), I had to reroute (Skrrt)
These is bloody shoes (What?), I’m gonna bleed out
If she can’t get away from her nigga (Shut up)
I tell her, “Sneak out” (Don’t you dare)
Don’t pull on my mans (You gotta), I gotta keep out
Then I put her on molly and Xans, I got a geek now (Baow, baow, baow)
Middle fingers to the opps, you know how we rock (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
It ain’t no options
R.I.P. to Pop Smoke, if we find out who did it
Y’all know we gon’ pop them
Red beam, .30, shot ’em, drop ’em
I’m just bein’ honest
Ayy, yo, D, when you got ’em? (D, I got ’em, nigga)
Want mission accomplished (Baow)
Back to this rap shit, back to the topic
Count up the profit (Huh?)
I pull up with a bad bitch
By the end of the night, we gettin’ it poppin’ (Ooh)
Speak about rap shit
I hear all the hate, I hear all the gossip
But I promised Boobie I’ma chill, for real
So don’t let me break that promise (Gang, gang)
Everything litty, everything digital
Put that on God (My niggas in the stars)
When I’m back in the city
I’m mixing Givenchy with Christian Dior (I’m with the star)
And it’s [?]
They lookin’ for comments like Lira Galore
I’m back in my city
I hopped out of prison and jumped on the Forbes
[Verse]
…Baow
Bust down what? Bust down this
Bust down what? Bust down this
Fifteen K for my muhfuckin’ finger
Keep twenty-three scats in my muhfuckin’ stick
One time for the gang, one time for the guys
One time for the opps, you know the mob ties…
