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Fecha de emisión: 13.02.2021
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
FORMULA 1 |
Indigo |
Okay, Embasin, whatever |
Ralph Lauren, Red Monkey, jeans ain’t even Evisu |
Don’t do no running, chase up a bag, cross country, track |
Brand new rifle, got night vision, don’t need to see you |
Talk is cheap, my time ain’t for the chit chat |
Change up the lines, crush in my pocket, and the pill relapse |
Talk shit on the net, get your IP address, pull up, get your ass whacked |
I don’t know what the soldier told you, pull that shit around here, get smacked |
Niggas want pressure with TTB, now why you wanna go do that? |
Hit the dealership like what’s the fastest thing you got? |
2020 Vette V8, out the lot |
Still pop out the parking lot, I see ya' Monserrat |
Ain’t talking no P. Diddy, we serving all the rock |
Get her addicted to lean, yeah, yeah, yeah |
I turned that hoe to a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Eat her like I got munchies, yeah, that’s my queen |
Girl of my dreams, Xanny bar, triple Z |
Z-Z-Z-Z-Z, still don’t get no sleep |
Wake up, get my strap, get a bag, Groundhog’s day repeat |
I’ll smash your thot and give her back so please don’t name drop me |
Last nigga try me, T.V., news screen |
Quickdraw, marksman shoot it, .45 Rugers, big Bazookas |
Surrounded by some killers, looters, scammers and some shooters |
I see tie-dye, Murakami in my drugs |
Leave her wide-eyed, gave her molly in the club |
Ralph Lauren, Red Monkey, jeans ain’t even Evisu |
Don’t do no running, chase up a bag, cross country, track |
Brand new rifle, got night vision, don’t need to see you |
Talk is cheap, my time ain’t for the chit chat |
Change up the lines, crush in my pocket, and the pill relapse |
Talk shit on the net, get your IP address, pull up, get your ass whacked |
I don’t know what the soldier told you, pull that shit around here, get smacked |
Niggas want pressure with TTB, now why you wanna go do that? |
Don’t be a spoiled lil' brat around me lil' bitch, I’ll put you in jail |
Cashing out daddies checks, rob you and you’re father’s debt |
Got some money for me boy, lit, say that, bet |
Say that then, should just say that then |
I can’t wait on no one, I can’t wait on no one |
I won’t wait on no one, I won’t wait on no one |
I can’t wait on no one, I can’t wait on no one |
I won’t wait on no one, I won’t wait on no one |
No one, no one, no one, no one, no one, no one |
I can’t wait on no one, I can’t wait on no one |
No one, no one, no one, no one |
I won’t wait on no one |
I got dope on the phone line, just like E-I-E-I-O |
Got a whole lotta hoes on the phone line, and the bitch like E-I-E-I-O |
And the hoe, and the hoe, and this ain’t my first rodeo |
Diamonds on way past froze, colder than cold, three below |
Niggas always talk shit, big shit, wanna pop shit, I’ll pop smoke |
Pussy boy, aim at your dome, your skull, we put your ass six below |
Bitches be acting like birds, I shot me a dove, I kill all hoes |
Giddy up, alley-oop, ride me ho, fall down deep like Geronimo |
Fall down deep like Geronimo, fall down deep like Geronimo |
Geronimo, fall down deep like Geronimo |
Fall down deep like Geronimo, fall down deep like Geronimo |
Geronimo, fall down deep like Geronimo |
Fall down deep like Geronimo, fall down deep like Geronimo |
Geronimo, fall down deep like Geronimo |
Geronimo, fall down deep like Geronimo |
Alice in wonderland, rabbit hole |
Came in this ho with a classy ho, sassy ho, used to be a lil' bit ratchet though |
Don’t judge a book by the cover though |
But I always keep me a double o |
Stupid lil' niggas, we pulling up, riding, we sliding with choppas and sticks |
Niggas talking out they ass, this Glock gon' shoot off your dick |
Fucking that bitch, like the craft levitate when I gave her dick, she a witch |
trade his nose worth bricks, said then he gon' film the whole clip |
I ain’t got time for hoes who ain’t mindful of time and waste time |
Nigga went out to hit a lick out of state and hit Tuskegee |
Put a ski mask on right now, these niggas all-black force activity |
Fuck a witness, niggas don’t see me, if he did, then he ain’t breathing |
Nigga these ain’t no BB’s, real hollow tip, get hit no bee sting |
Fall down the rabbit hole, get a umbrella out, Geronimo |
Ma asked me, why all the hoes be all in the comments, like pose |
Martha Stewart, Betty Crocker, I keep a whole lotta dope |
IQ real proper, baby that head game swole |
Shawty this ain’t no Meet the Fockers, I’ll pistol whip your father |
He your daddy, I is too and the teacher too, I taught her |
Apple don’t fall too far from the tree, grow up like him no shocker |
My strap still a lil harder, no criminal past, then tie up your daughter |
Niggas want smoke, daredevils, I get the AR and a Glock start hunting |
Want static with me, you dumb, get a Glock, AR-15 start hunting |
Baby this shit right here’ll smoke you out, it thump thump thump then dump you |
Sorry lil' baby I’m on the move, all of my opps tryna see you too |
Tryna see where I lay my head, where I eat shit, where I, ooh |
Can’t even bring you around 'cause the opps tryna see who I’m fucking on too |
Mama ain’t raise no bitch, pussy boy make your move |
Niggas always run from shit, these niggas fugazi, don’t fuck with no fools |