It's strapped to his chest40 in the Tec Run up, leave him wet His bitch gives me neck Sippin' on the Tech Keep that chrome on my side Split his head wide On the type of time Niggas down to ride I ain't gotta lie
You would think your bitch love me When she callin' my phone She keep blowin' up my shit I told her leave me alone This bitch wanted me to fuck I only wanted the dope Heard his niggas talkin' shit But they don't want no smoke When I get that fuckin' mob It's a different approach Niggas think that they giant But they really a roach
Niggas choke when it blow Big pole with a scope No reload, watch him fall 40 blow him down the road, gang!
To his chest 40 in the Tec Run up, leave him wet His bitch gives me neck Sippin' on the Tech Keep that chrome on my side Split his head wide On the type of time Niggas down to ride I ain't gotta lie
Compositores: Daniel Hernandez (BMI), Inconnu Compositeur AuteurEditor: Create Music Group IncECAD verificado obra #39082032 em 20/Abr/2024